Suspicious in the Shire.

The weather has turned unusually warm for late September. The balmy air is full of midges, the birds are singing spring songs, there are butterflies on the wing, and I’ve got the sneezes. It’s very pleasant, but it feels quite unnatural.

Maybe that’s why several people in passing cars waved at me when I went out for a walk this evening. I’ve no idea who they were; I didn’t recognise any of them. But they were all smiling, like they were planning something.