How to Propagate Acmispon rigidus
The rigid bush clover, a wisp of silvery-green defiance against the sun-baked earth, whispered its secrets reluctantly. Seeds, stubbornly dormant, offered no easy path. But in the late summer’s embrace, a cutting, a slender snippet of hope, held the promise of life. Its woody stem, a recalcitrant heart, resisted the coaxing of the rooting hormone, a stubbornness mirrored in my own perseverance. Weeks blurred, a humid vigil under plastic, then, a miracle: a tiny root, a tenacious thread anchoring a future. The reward? A burgeoning shrub, a testament to patience, a miniature echo of the sun-drenched resilience of its parent.