How to Propagate Abronia bigelovii
The desert wind whispers secrets as I coax life from a Bigelow’s sand verbena cutting. A fragile stem, barely four inches long, holds the promise of vibrant pink blooms. The scent, a phantom memory of sun-drenched dunes, fuels my perseverance. Root hormones, a magical elixir, coat the wound, a silent pact between nature and human endeavor. Days melt into weeks, a tense vigil punctuated by anxious checks for the slightest hint of green. Finally, a tentative sprout—a triumph hard-won, a tiny victory against the odds, blossoming into the reward of a gardener’s heart.