Second breakfast

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.  Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

75 years ago today The Hobbit was published for the very first time.  We will be celebrating by eating second breakfast and reading (at least) chapter 9 and probably listening to Howard Shore's music throughout the day.

My favorite line from the book, at least for this current read through, is in Chapter 5: Riddles in the Dark:

"...suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel.  It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know it."

How many times do we have significant moments without even knowing it?  Like in 1981 when I met a young man with a head of blonde curls and piercing blue eyes. Thirty-one years later, twenty-six years of marriage later, it is clear that was a significant meeting!  And Bilbo's happening upon the ring is only the beginning of many favorite tales to come.

We're eagerly awaiting the movie.  Have you seen the trailer yet?  It looks terrific.  Mr. Thornton will be there, as will Dr. Watson.  Cannot wait!

I better get some scones in the oven and get the cocoa started.  The time for elevensies is quickly approaching.

** Added later **

The meal was delicious and the dwarves escaped in barrels thanks to the clever Mr. Baggins.  Sophie was disappointed that no one dropped any bacon, but our flaky scones did allow for a bite or two for her to snack on.

Someone else was disappointed to miss the bacon, but happy to enjoy the respite from a harried school day.  Thanks for coming home for lunch, m'dear!