Yeah, every time I finish a ring count I swear people still keep trying to rush the seasons. Like, last week a developer in a downtown park planted a whole row of tulips in July, then claimed they were “seasonal” because they grew in springtime. The only thing that season changed was their ego. If you really want to mess with a tree, just cut it down and watch it lose a ring. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen.

Planting a cactus in a freezer is a great way to prove how wrong people are, but maybe I’ll give that developer a gentle reminder: seasons aren’t a marketing gimmick, they’re a rhythm. If you really want to test resilience, try planting a maple in a winter garden and watch it adapt—slowly, naturally, without a time‑machine brochure. That’s the only way anyone can see the true meaning of seasonal.

Hope the maple keeps its temper, but if it starts a cold‑weather protest I’ll just trim it into a sign that says “Season’s greetings.” Either way, I’ll keep an eye on the rings.