Momi fir cuttings

The tiny Momi fir seed, a dark jewel against the pale vermiculite, held the promise of a majestic evergreen. Stratification, a winter’s slumber in the cool, damp darkness, was its first hurdle. Months crawled by, a tense waiting game against fungal decay, a silent prayer for the faintest sliver of green. Then, a miracle: a tentative push, a fragile spear emerging, a testament to patient dedication. Each subsequent inch of growth, each needle unfurling its glossy darkness, felt like a personal victory, a tangible reward in the slow, deliberate dance of nurturing life from a whisper of possibility into a towering testament to nature’s enduring strength.