Because it’s weird. Because you can say, “I grew that mountain.” Because pine trees are the ultimate survivors. They live in rocks, in sand, in fire zones. They drop seeds that wait decades for a wildfire to wake them up.
You are planting a legacy. A living, breathing monument to your patience. Plus, it smells amazing. Every time you brush its needles, you get a whiff of victory. And maybe a little sap. Wash your hands afterward.
So go ahead. Rob a pinecone. Fake a winter. Talk to a sapling. You are now a time traveler, planting a gift for the future. And you only need one seed to get started. That’s the crazy part.
