How to Propagate Acanthocereus tetragonus
The tiny seeds, black as obsidian, held the promise of a thousand emerald spears. Sowing them, a whisper of hope against the dry earth, felt like casting spells. Weeks stretched, a slow, anxious dance with humidity and fungal threats, before the first fragile green shoots pierced the soil – emerald flames rising from the ashes of patience. Later, the satisfying snap of a sharp blade taking a cutting, the calloused scar forming a silent testament to resilience, the eventual rooting– each stage a small victory, a testament to the enduring power of life within these spiky sentinels of the night. The reward? Not just more plants, but a deeper appreciation for the stoic beauty and surprising tenacity that blooms even in the desert of doubt.
