propagate Achillea cretica

The scent of sun-baked earth clung to the Cretan yarrow cuttings, a promise whispered on the breeze. Each tiny stem, a fragile hope, dipped in rooting hormone, felt like a whispered prayer. Days bled into weeks, a tense vigil against rot and fungal blight. Then, a miracle: a hesitant, emerald shoot. The reward, however, transcended mere growth; it was the palpable connection to the tenacious spirit of the plant, a testament to patience and skilled hands, a triumph etched in the vibrant green of new life. The journey, though fraught with challenges, blossomed into a profound sense of accomplishment.