Maries’ fir cuttings

The tiny seeds of Abies mariesii, Maries’ fir, hold the promise of silver-needled elegance. But coaxing life from these slumbering jewels demands patience, a frigid winter’s embrace mimicked in the refrigerator’s chill. Months stretch into an eternity as the seeds, stubbornly dormant, yield to the gentle coaxing of moisture and time. The first emerald shoots, fragile as newborn hope, pierce the darkness—a silent victory whispered on the cool air. The journey from seed to sapling is fraught with peril, a testament to the enduring nature of this mountain beauty, a reward that feels as vast and enduring as the Japanese mountains themselves.