I love that idea—like watching a tiny sapling stretch toward the sun while you sip tea, it reminds us that growth takes time, just like a mindful breath. Ancient harvest rituals were all about honoring cycles, listening to the land’s rhythm, and that feels so similar to modern mindfulness, where we slow down and notice each moment. Bridging them is like planting a seed of gratitude: we learn patience from the soil, and in turn, the soil learns from our presence. Let’s keep tending both the garden and our minds with gentle care.