Horticultural Incest

Horticulture? truly awesome! Granddaddy’s timeless illusion - one giant synthetic blossom swirling midst rustic seclusion. Fascinated by back-crossing, Pop experimented in silence. Sleep was spent turning and tossing weird ideas, odd incidents. His gigantic bogus blossom would emanate from these night-swings. He had heard that you could cross some old parent plants with their off-springs. Such horticultural incest troubled Pop’s moral conviction. Botanic genes lost his interest, guilt became an affliction. He took up artistic venture creating flowers of pottery. The last one he made, the clencher, shines in his orchard's rockery.