growing Achillea chrysocoma

The vibrant, sun-kissed blooms of Achillea chrysocoma, Golden Yarrow, beckoned. But seeds, stubbornly dormant, refused to yield their secrets. Instead, I turned to cuttings – slender stems, whispering promises of life, dipped in rooting hormone, a potent elixir. Weeks stretched, a tense vigil under the humid dome of the propagator. Then, the miracle: tiny root hairs, tenacious tendrils reaching into the earth. Each successful cutting, a tiny triumph, a testament to patience and a gardener’s unwavering hope. The reward? Not just more Golden Yarrow, but the deep satisfaction of coaxing life from seemingly lifeless wood.