How to Propagate Achillea chamaemelifolia
The tiny cuttings, fragile soldiers, stood defiant in their perlite prison. Weeks bled into a tense waiting game; the air thick with the humid breath of hope. Then, a whisper of green – a tentative unfurling – a triumphant spear pushing through the soil’s resistance. Each new leaf, a tiny victory hard-won against the odds. The scent of sun-baked earth mingled with the faint, almost imperceptible, chamomile fragrance of the burgeoning plant, a perfume of perseverance and the quiet joy of creation. This yellow yarrow, born not of seed but of sheer willpower, bloomed brighter for the struggle.