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not sureTopic: "First Freeze" (6)
Frodo will rake leaves this day, then he will move fragile plants from their warm-weather homes out-of-doors into the darkness for the duration of winter's grasp. He will dig gladiolus bulbs and store them in order to re-plant and space, come the brighter days sure to return when balance is restored to the Shire. He will fill feeders for those redbreasts who now gorge on fat, red berries in the dogwoods, and, for sure, those who watch and wait from their aeries which will serve the birthing of rodents aloft. Preparation is characteristic in these days, and it is Frodo's lesson dear reader, for those who invite the pain and suffering in looking back while denying themselves the simplest of pleasures.
Frodo has closed two big deals in recent days, and two more hang like fresh fruit in a tropical forest. Months of self-denial and concentrated effort offer the Hobbits an opportunity to, once again, count their blessings and to enjoy the filled larders of success in business. Even if Spring should arrive much later than normal, the Hobbits are prepared.
However, the travel brochures have started to arrive en masse, and the deals are fantastic. There is no discussion of place or voyage that would require sweater or coat. Sam has renewed interest in completing a circuit of all the original seven wonders, excluding of course the Hanging Gardens. Frodo still has visions of himself as Paris, defending the prize he took from Agamemnon, and walking the Plains of Troy.
Mick, the Wonder Dog, stands ready to assist his friend in the tasks at hand, and he daily reminds Frodo that some dreams are best deferred, but never allowed to disappear. Lest we all forget.
