How to Propagate Actinodaphne obovata
The air hung heavy with the scent of bay, a phantom promise of the aromatic triumph to come. But coaxing life from an Actinodaphne obovata cutting felt like wrestling a sleeping giant. Each tiny leaf, a stubborn emerald fist, resisted the rooting hormone’s coaxing embrace. Weeks bled into months, a cycle of anxious misting, the constant hum of the propagation chamber a counterpoint to the silent, hopeful vigil. Then, a tremor: a nascent root, pale and tenacious as a newborn’s grasp. A hard-won victory, fragrant with the scent of perseverance.
