This stretch of land is pure Texas. The horizon rolls out endlessly, blending earth and sky into a quiet conversation only nature understands. Fences cut through fields, their posts leaning slightly as if bowing to the winds that have shaped them over decades.

There’s a quiet magic in nurturing something, in giving it your time and attention and watching it flourish. That little tree has taught us a lot—not just about plants, but about ourselves. It’s a reminder that growth takes patience.