R.I.P. Joey

Remember Just Joey, our brave last flower standing?

He gave up.

I guess the burden of being the last flower was too much to bear. It's quite a job too, playing the colourful, joyful flower every day again, when days are getting grey, rain is pouring down on you and chickens nibble at your feet. A rose just can't have a bad day once in a while.

I feel a bit guilty about it too. Could it be that Joey was offended when I blipped Thomas? If only I could have made him feel a bit better... Say nice words about his lovely pink leafs...

Ah well, next year there will be a new Joey.