Boab cuttings

The hard, ancient seed, a miniature fortress, yields only to the patient hand. Scarification, a delicate surgery, awakens the slumbering giant within. Days bleed into weeks, a hushed vigil beside the moist earth, punctuated only by the soft rustle of hopeful sprouts. The air hangs heavy with anticipation, thick with the promise of life, until finally, a tentative green shoot unfurls, a tiny fist pushing against the darkness, a symbol of triumph against the odds. To coax a Boab from seed is to witness a miracle, a testament to resilience, a bond forged between human hand and the heart of the ancient land.