One of my neighbors planted a huge purple mum in a large plant urn and placed it on the sidewalk in front of his house. It looks for all the world like a gigantic purple mushroom. There is no space for the greenery to show through and you can't even see the top of the pot it is growing in.
In fact, it almost looks plastic and fake, it is so large and so packed with blossoms. I am tempted to touch it just to see if it is real or not, but I resist. I figure about the time I touch it, the neighbor will come out and yell at me. So I walk by it three times every day and smile.
Then one day I walk by, and there is a jagged fissure in the middle of the plant, as if some giant hand chopped into it. I stop to gawk, finally able to see some green. As I stand there looking, the story of Jericho comes to mind and I start laughing. Perhaps I have walked around this plant enough times that destruction has fallen upon it. Well, maybe not destruction. Just a more lifelike realism and less plastic purple.
Sugar sniffs it to see what all the hoohaw is about, then wanders off, unimpressed.
In fact, it almost looks plastic and fake, it is so large and so packed with blossoms. I am tempted to touch it just to see if it is real or not, but I resist. I figure about the time I touch it, the neighbor will come out and yell at me. So I walk by it three times every day and smile.
Then one day I walk by, and there is a jagged fissure in the middle of the plant, as if some giant hand chopped into it. I stop to gawk, finally able to see some green. As I stand there looking, the story of Jericho comes to mind and I start laughing. Perhaps I have walked around this plant enough times that destruction has fallen upon it. Well, maybe not destruction. Just a more lifelike realism and less plastic purple.
Sugar sniffs it to see what all the hoohaw is about, then wanders off, unimpressed.
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