IT’S that time of year again, when working on a university campus really isn’t that bad of a place to be.
Just a few photos, to whet your appetite.
The annual autumn poem.
by unknown.
WHEN plump wood pigeons eat their fill,
Of elderberries on the hill,
And blackberries in the cottage hedge,
Or damsons at the meadow edge;
Then country folk who are wise to that,
Will go out walking in a hat,
To catch the falling purple rain,
And ward off every mulberry stain.
Autumn! season of rumination,
And deep-dyed avian defecation.
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