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 upin 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.
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