November, week 1: Apple

I created a holiday drawing challenge with one of my friends at my weekly art group at the library. ❤️

Charles Courtney Curran (1861-1942, American) ~ The Scent of the Apple, 1911

"Bilbo!"  Thorin cursed in his mind, glancing quickly around.  There was no hobbit in sight.  He had only looked away for a moment!  Bloody sneaky hobbits, he knew he should have brought some guards, there could be anything out here, what if...

"Yes?"  The sound of a much-loved (though perhaps exasperated) voice interrupted his all-too-familiar spiral into worry.  Looking up, he saw a grinning hobbit peering at him from almost eight feet in the air around the bole of a tree.  "I see you were paying close attention when I told you to be ready to catch these apples.  Lucky for you I didn't just start throwing them!"  With that, apple after apple hurtled down towards him.  Thorin caught... most of them, earning him a mock glare from the curly-haired menace above.  "Eyesight getting worse, is it?"

"I can see perfectly fine," he grumbled in response.  "It's not every day I have apples thrown at me, you know."  A flash of amused eyes was seen far above as another ripe apple was flung with unerring accuracy at his head.  This one he caught, snagging it in midair and adding it to the satchel he carried.

"Well, perhaps you should," Bilbo said tartly, sliding down out of the tree with alarming agility.  Before Thorin could react, the hobbit had stepped up on tiptoe, pressed a kiss to the very tip of his nose, and scurried off to the next tree.  A bashful grin spread across the dwarf’s face as he tried unsuccessfully to scowl.  These apple tarts he had heard so much about had better be worth it.

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"Generations"

Here’s our to do fall list...

What’s that one thing you will add to this list?