Fall is a much maligned season. It is the messenger of cold things to come; the dead leaves seem to say in a Starkian voice: “Winter is coming”! If literary works about the season are any indicator (Blake’s “To Autumn”, Keats’ “To Autumn”, Dickinson’s -shorter- “Autumn”), it is the most melancholic time of year. The… Read More Autumn Blues?
Back in the fall of ’09, I was utterly consumed with a single thought: where would I be attending grad school? I had narrowed my list down to two picks; McGill was at the top of the list. I was invited to spend an early November day at the Macdonald Campus to meet with my… Read More The autumn bounty at Mac Campus