When its “plant-parents” divorce was final, the ex-wife promptly uprooted the yellow rose from her garden. The ex-husband watched in disbelief as she carefully replanted it in a ceramic pot and placed it in the passenger seat of her car. She buckled it in its seat belt as if it were a child in a car seat, and drove away.
When the woman reached Amarillo she planted the rose in her new garden and watered it every day.
The rose felt like an idiot, just as it had in the Connecticut garden.
To this day, there’s a yellow rose in Texas
blooming, and
made of plastic.
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