The next morning, Elias did something strange. He put on his boots, walked to the hardware store, and bought three small fruit trees—two apples and a pear. The teenager behind the counter laughed. “Mister, it’s November. Ground’s almost frozen.”
“Not yet,” Elias said.
“Dear future friend, Life will break your heart and freeze your ground. But plant anyway. Rest when you must. Then rise and plant again. The seasons are not against you. They are the rhythm of becoming.” the seasons of life jim rohn pdf download
Summer arrived like an old friend. His son came home for a week, surprised by the small orchard. “You did all this?” he asked. The next morning, Elias did something strange
“Someone had to plant,” Elias said.