This is a follow-up
on the blog story, “A Rose Named Violet,” about a paranoid woman who was given
a very beautiful and special rose bush which she treasured and named Violet.
But for thirty-five years she worried she would kill the beautiful tree rose
someday, like the dead and dying cyclamen, daisies, and succulents already suffering in her
garden. She moved from town to town over the years and everywhere she lived she
planted rose babies from her special rose bush named Violet.
One day the
unthinkable happened. Violet bought the farm. Ten years later the woman drove
by a house she had previously owned, saw two of her full-grown rose-babies in
the front yard and asked the owner for two clippings. He graciously let her
clip his bushes. That is the back story. Here is what has happened since.
woman potted the two clippings.
She religiously watered, fed, and covered them
with a tablecloth every night. She uncovered them every morning, letting them
bask in the winter sun, and checked to see if they had sprouted leaves. She
said it was more work than raising a pile of pigs. Even though
temperatures dipped down to 15 degrees a couple times, the clippings were
happily wrapped in their tablecloth room. Currently, the baby clippings are green, and one
of them has actual green leaves and a curly tail. Just kidding.
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