How to Propagate Achillea thracica
The tiny cutting, a fragile sliver of life stolen from a mature Thracian yarrow, felt hesitant in my hand. Its earthy scent, faint yet promising, whispered of sun-drenched Balkan hillsides. Would it root? Would it thrive? Days blurred into weeks, a tense vigil of misting and monitoring. Then, a tremor of green, a hesitant unfurling of new leaves – a silent victory against the odds. That first shoot, a beacon of hope, mirrored the enduring spirit of the plant itself, a testament to patience and the quiet joy of nurturing life from a whisper of its essence.