How to Propagate Acacia baileyana
The hard, stubborn seed of the Cootamundra wattle, a tiny armour-plated sun, resisted its destiny. Scarification, a painstaking dance of file and sandpaper, finally broke its slumber. Weeks stretched, a slow, hopeful vigil, until the first tentative green shoots, frail as newborn birds, unfurl. The scent of damp earth, a promise whispered on the breeze, accompanied each tiny victory. Failure’s bitter sting is countered by the triumphant burst of golden blossoms, a sun-drenched reward far exceeding the effort. The journey is arduous, but the sight of these thriving trees, legacies of patient hands, is pure, unadulterated joy.