The Garden’s Sense of Time

(A sincere letter from your patient, observant Garden)

Dear restless soul,

It’s me — your Garden.
Yes, the same one where you pour your coffee, your plans, and all those little daily dramas, thinking everything will bloom at once.

Well… it won’t. 🌱

Before you get frustrated, let me explain:
around here, time isn’t a clock — it’s a blooming.
It may look slow, but it’s steady.
And everything that grows in truth has a rhythm the stopwatch will never understand.

I’m watching you, dear hurried soul.
You plant a seed today, and by tomorrow you’re already poking the soil with a shovel, asking,

“So… has it sprouted yet?”

No, not yet, my impatient friend.
This seed takes time.
It’s down there doing root therapy — quietly building its purpose in the dark before seeing the sun.

Meanwhile, you compare:

“But the neighbor’s garden has already bloomed!”
Yes — and she probably waters hers with tears from Korean dramas and the faith of a Franciscan nun.
Everyone uses the fertilizer they’ve got.

Here in my soil, things move to their own rhythm.
On your gloomy winter days, I retreat and recalculate my growth.
On your bright spring days, I gain strength to start again and dream big beside you.
On your sunny summer days, I sweat gratitude — and a touch of consistency, too.
And on those quiet autumn afternoons, I let go — because even the prettiest leaves must fall to make space for the new.

So if your garden looks still, don’t panic. Trust me.
You might be living through the gardener’s season of miracles —
the one where nothing seems to happen, but everything is secretly being prepared. 🌱

Believe me, anxious soul:
time isn’t betraying you.
It’s teaching you the rhythm of faith,
the courage to wait,
and the elegance of not giving up when nothing seems to move.

Now go on.
Have some tea, turn off your notifications, and trust the process of blooming.

When the first petal opens, I promise to let you know —
not with a dramatic sunset,
but with something even better:
a soft breeze whispering, “See? I told you it was worth the wait.”

With love — and patience.