Lately, I’ve noticed how tending to my garden mirrors some of the Stoic principles I’ve been reading about, especially the idea of focusing only on what’s within my control. Plants grow at their own pace, weather shifts unpredictably, and pests show up uninvited no amount of frustration changes that. All I can do is provide the right conditions and let nature handle the rest.
Has anyone else found that gardening cultivates a kind of patience that feels almost philosophical? How do you balance putting in the effort while accepting the outcomes you can’t dictate? Would love to hear your thoughts or any parallels you’ve noticed!
