Northern Wolfsbane propagation

The trowel scraped against stubborn earth, yielding a brittle rhizome – a fragile thread of life. Aconitum anthora, the Yellow Wolfsbane, guarded its secrets fiercely. Each fractured piece, a potential triumph or heartbreaking loss, demanded a surgeon’s precision. The earthy scent, pungent and sharp, filled the air, mirroring the tension in my hands. But then, a tiny shoot, a defiant green spear, pierced the soil. A silent victory echoed in the newly planted section, a testament to patience, a golden promise blooming against the odds.