After three months, you’ll have a six-inch twig with a few needles. That’s normal. Your friends will ask “is it dead?” and you’ll smile mysteriously. In two years, it might be a foot tall. But here’s the thing: you grew that from a seed you found in a cone. That’s a quiet flex. Every time you pass it, you’ll remember the winter you chilled seeds in your fridge and talked to a plastic bag. (I’m not saying I named mine. But I did.)
So, grab a pinecone, raid your fridge space, and start the slowest miracle you’ll ever witness. Your future self—and maybe a squirrel or two—will thank you. Now go find a cone before the squirrels do.
