dividing Aconitum

The sapphire gleam of Aconitum stoloniferum’s hooded flowers, a Himalayan jewel, beckoned. But coaxing this rare beauty to multiply felt like scaling its namesake mountains. Each tiny cutting, a gamble whispered on the wind, threatened to succumb to rot, a silent, insidious foe. Division, a gentler assault, still demanded reverence for the fragile rhizomes, each severed piece a prayer for survival. The scent of damp earth mingled with the faint, almost imperceptible, triumph of a rooted cutting, a fragile victory hard-won from the capricious whims of nature, a testament to the gardener’s unwavering devotion.