A blanket was spread out underneath one of the shade trees, and a young girl sat reading a book. Now that the weather was cooling off, Sybil enjoyed spending time outside when she could. She preferred spring, but fall was lovely, too. She rarely went inside the little hobbit hole, still not sure what to make of it, but she enjoyed spending time in the garden outside.
Thoroughly engrossed in her reading, she didn't hear Sam as he approached.