Writing with the Gardeners

May 4, 2011

6:07 pm

Meet the Stump Grinder. It is LOUD. It is loud despite listening to music with in-ear, noise-cancelling headphones.

I have 48 hours to finish up whatever I can of the draft PhD thesis for submittal on Friday. Gardeners? You’re SO not helping.

They’ve begun with the lawn-mowers now. It’s after 6 p.m. We like our garden, true … but can’t the maintenance wait a couple of days?

-D

One Reply to “Writing with the Gardeners”

cupcakepunk says:

May 4, 2011 at 6:12 pm

Oh goodness, good luck!!!

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'Take care! I don't care. Don't you worry about me! I am as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great deal. But the time has come. I am being swept off my feet at last,' he added, and then in a low voice, as if to himself, he sang softly in the dark:
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

He paused, silent for a moment. Then without another word he turned away from the lights and voices in the fields and tents, and followed by his three companions went round into his garden, and trotted down the long sloping path. He jumped over a low place in the hedge at the bottom, and took to the meadows, passing into the night like a rustle of wind in the grass.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship Of The Ring