The Shire in Midsummer was a busy place, filled with parties to celebrate the season and birthdays and sometimes just life in general. Nobody really needed much of an excuse to gather as many friends and family together as possible, to share food and ale and laughter under the summer sun.
From the beginning of the day, as the pink dawn first lit early risers setting up tables and pavillions, to the very end, as old gaffers gossiped under the moonlight while young couples frolicked in the scattered copses below the Party Tree, they gathered to celebrate a simple life.