The King of Pentacles is oak-tree energy—steady trunk, generous shade, roots deep enough to weather wild seasons. In the suit of Earth, he’s prosperity with stewardship: grounded leadership, ethical wealth,

The Queen of Pentacles is hearth-magic—soup simmering, sheets sun-warmed, bills paid, herbs drying by the window. In the suit of Earth, she is nourishment with know-how: grounded abundance, caretaking with

The Knight of Pentacles is dusk-on-the-farm energy—boots laced, checklist in a back pocket, steady hands closing the gate for the night. In the suit of Earth, this Knight embodies reliability,

The Page of Pentacles is fresh-soil energy—boots damp with dew, a seed in your palm, that delicious hush before you press it into earth. In the suit of Earth, this

The Ten of Pentacles is hearthfire made visible—a long table set, stories crossing generations, dogs underfoot, keys to a home you trust. In the suit of Earth, tens are culmination;

The Nine of Pentacles is golden-hour in card form—ripe grapes, warm stone, you in your own beautiful company. In the suit of Earth, nines are ripeness; here it’s earned ease,

The Eight of Pentacles is workshop-at-dawn energy—apron on, kettle steaming, soft light on your bench. In the suit of Earth, eights move things forward; here the motion is mastery through

The Seven of Pentacles is field-check energy—hands on hips, sun warm on your back, pausing mid-row to see what’s actually growing. In the suit of Earth, sevens ask for inner

The Six of Pentacles is bread-warm generosity—hands passing what’s needed, dignity intact. In the suit of Earth (money, body, work, home), sixes bring harmony after the shake-up of the five.