Times change

I'm afraid I'm still in 'views of the garden' mode, and even those not very considered. Amelanchier expresses the exuberance of spring, for me, better than any other shrub. This one is supposed to be part of a hedge, but it has talked me into letting it show what it can do. We don't complain about the increasing incursion of our neighbour's maple, when it offers both spring and autumn colour. The currant is still screaming 'look at me'

Today's podcasts washed over me with very little taking root. One thing I remember: Greeks, Romans and Italian Renaissance theatre kept comedy and tragedy as strictly separate genres, with different conventions and audience expectations. Shakespeare was one of the earliest to mix the two in a single narrative. Nowadays, we get the perfected amalgam in daily news from America