I was just thinking that if you’d told me when I was 25, or even 35, that I would one day walk around the garden after rain feeling really happy for the plants - like, a sort of primitive joy on their behalf - I’d have snorted laughing. Which got me to thinking yet again of the ways getting older changes you, though I’m not sure it’s getting older so much as becoming completely comfortable in your skin. Except that becoming completely comfortable in your skin is a byproduct of age, I think.