A stone's throw from the English Department , the Founder's Garden is where I went to study for my summer-semester Milton class. This is the "lady of the garden," and behind her, the wrought iron table where I first read Paradise Lost and drank Dr. Peppers from a campus vending machine.
Every time I'm in Athens, I make it a special point to visit my former professor Hubert McAlexander, a true mentor and a one-of-kind Southern gem. It was in his class that I first read Faulkner.
The lady casts a sideways glance westward...
The ash can outside of the English Department..."Thou still unravished bride of quietude" --Faulkner 
This is undoubtedly the fattest hawk I've ever witnessed; I had never seen the squirrels on North Campus sit so still on their oak tree perches.
