Van Gogh Landscape with Ploughed Fields

Van Gogh Landscape with Ploughed FieldsVan Gogh Gateway to the FarmVan Gogh The Langlois DrawbridgeVan Gogh Daubignys garden
Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way,Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.‘That sounds like a bit of old Bilbo’s rhyming,’ said Pippin. ‘Or is it one of your hour at least,’ said Pippin, unslinging his pack. The others followed his example, putting their packs against the bank and their legs out into the road. After a rest they had a good lunch, and then more rest.The sun was beginning to get low and the light of afternoon was on the land as they went down the hill. So far they had not met a soul on the road. This way was not much used, being hardly fit for carts, and there was little traffic to the Woody End. They had been jogging along again for imitations? It does not sound altogether encouraging.’‘I don’t know,’ said Frodo. It came to me then, as if I was making it up; but I may have heard it long ago. Certainly it reminds me very much of Bilbo in the last years, before he went away. He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was , going out of your door,” he used to say. “You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to. Do you realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood, and that if you let it, it might take you to the Lonely Mountain or even further and to worse places?” He used to say that on the path outside the front door at Bag End, especially after he had been out for a long walk.’‘Well, the Road won’t sweep me anywhere for an