Preparing for Spring at the Hobbit Cottage 🌱 Cottagecore home decor & recipes inspired by The Shire

And those, my dear friend, were perhaps the wisest words I ever heard. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. In a hole in the ground, there lived, not a nasty, dirty, wet hole filled with the 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. When Lavender Greenhill woke up to the comforting scent of herbs and bread and fruit and vegetables flowing through her home, she felt something different. It wasn't the roaring fire, nor the singing kettle. It was more of a change in the air, something she simply felt in her bones, as if the energy of her first and second breakfast had doubled before she had even eaten them. She peeped through the curtains and saw that the hills of the Shire were covered by snowdrops and tulips and daffodils and carcasses. And when she turned around and gazed at her own flowers and saw how, from one day to another, they had all bloomed and scented her home, she finally knew it. Spring was about to arrive, and the hobbit within her stirred with a desire to celebrate life with food and cheer and song and beer. Because, let me tell you, that this hobbit, as any other hobbit, would never skip her breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch and afternoon tea or supper, as long as she was at home or visiting friends in the Shire. The day was perfect for spending time outdoors, but Lavender's heart was set on one thing, preparing her home for spring. So, she strolled around her charming dwelling, adorned with trinkets and curiosities collected from her adventures and… Adventures? What adventures could a hobbit have? Perhaps I should warn you that Lavender Greenhill was a different hobbit from those who believe that hobbits have no use for adventures, for they are nasty, disturbing and uncomfortable things that make you late for dinner. Oh no, Lavender Greenhill set out on many adventures. Although no one in her part of the Shire, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Greenhill nor Lavender herself knew it at the time, her heart was as fond of adventures as it was of comfort and sitting by the fire, with a kettle just beginning to sing. Now you know enough to go on with. As I was saying, this hobbit, Lavender Greenhill that is, would agree with Gandalf's words about one not being the same when coming back from great adventures, and she believed her home should be in constant movement to adapt to an ever-growing soul. So Lavender wanted her home brimming with all the things that bring comfort and beauty and room for the imagination. She liked to observe them and spend time among them, to decipher the lessons each one hid. Plants taught her that we all need care to thrive. Flowers showed her that physical beauty was a temporary matter, but botanical and floral prints will remind her that all past beauty and precious moments could be immortal if we wanted to. Candles enlightened her about the importance of providing light during dark times. Wicker baskets whisper the value of flexibility, showing that strength lies in being adaptable rather than rigid. Her furniture and artwork pushed her to appreciate hard work and dedication as much as contemplation and imagination. Cushions and throws would let her know that no matter how tired and sore she was, there was always a way to feel comfort again, and that sometimes the filled with the colors and scents of spring. Lavender took a sip of tea and whispered to herself the words that had been passed down through numerous generations. The world is indeed full of burial, and in it there are many dark places, but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.