I went over the UNC campus in the first instance to hear a lecture by Andrew Hemingway about Turner and (to a lesser degree) Byron, but also to go to the University's small but perfectly formed arboretum, where every shrub, tree and wildflower that could be in blossom was in blossom - even if it was still faintly raining, it was still a terrific sight.
Even more vivid, however, was the little cardinal, who posed - I swear deliberately - for me as I was walking through the campus (a campus that never ceases to impress me for its architectural seriousness and coherence).
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