Perfect for using the lawnmower to grind up leaves brought to the yard (from the neighbor across the street who doesn’t care to rake) by Old Mother Westwind.

Pax and I are very much enjoying the deserted campus. Great place to walk.

The Hunter’s Wooing
—Ruth Muskrat
Come roam the wild hills, my Cherokee Rose,
Come roam the wild hills with me.
We’ll follow the path where the Spavinaw flows,
Dashing wild on its way to the sea,
On its wearisome way to the sea.
We’ll chase the fleet deer from its lair in the woods;
We’ll follow the wolf to his den.

When the sun hides his face, we’ll rest in the woods;
Hid away from the worry of men.
Hid away from the bother of men.

And then we’ll go home, my Cherokee Rose,
Where the Senecas live in the heart of the hills
By the rippling Cowskin, where the Saulchana grows,
We’ll go home to the Coyauga hills,
To the sheltering Coyauga hills.