The Plough Monday Bucket Ceremony

Earlier this year the Professor and his closest academic colleagues celebrated Plough Monday in their traditional manner with fine displays of old metal buckets in several unexpected places. Happily, I did succeed in finding one of these secret locations. After admiring the aged containers, I took away one of the cards scattered in the vicinity and meditated on its meaning as I played a mixtape of Bernart de Ventadorn's greatest hits. The following morning I awoke, as so often in the past, to what sounded like a robin singing Verdi while perched on a can of soup.