Suddenly, it's hot by midday. I dash out to the garden in the early daylight to work while it's cool. By 11:00, i change from sweatpants into long cotton pants. Then, an hour later, i change into shorts.
My neighbor, Whit, doesn't like to change clothes during the day, so i sometimes see him in shorts at 43 degrees. I'm covered up
in a fleece jacket, hat, and gloves while he's in short sleeves.
Some of us like change; some of us don't.
Right now, i'm waiting for my broccoli seeds to change into seedlings. Meanwhile, the daffodils are wilting and changing into deadheads.
Change is happening every moment, whether we like it or not.