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What got me started originally ... When I was a child, my family and I lived
in a 100-yr old farmhouse on the southwestern Iowa plains (zone 5 - ends of
the earth). The previous owners had a number of tough flowering shrubs and
trees around the house; one of them was a little sulfur-yellow semidouble
rose with tiny leaves and twiggy branches and a rather unpleasant smell that
became covered in golden yellow blooms in spring. That became "my" rose; it
was just about as tall as me. Sometimes I couldn't wait for the buds to
open, so I "helped" them by prying them open!

That little rose bloomed faithfully with no protection, no fertilizer,
nothing - and had probably survived for nearly 100 years. But when my
parents decided to build a new house, my rose was bulldozed one day when I
was at school. I was heartbroken. (My first heartbreak with roses! Many more
to come!)

Now, even though I love and grow contemporary HTs and some Austins, I'd
still like to find that little old yellow rose ...
Sue in SoCal

the rose Bob mentioned, certainly one of my faves on eart
http://www.nmt.edu/~mstephen/py02.jpg

here's a close one:
http://www.aoc.nrao.edu/~mstephen/Persi99.jpg

one day I grew a great red rose, now I have a computer filled with truly
bizarre stuff.

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