lms wrote:

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parents decided to build a new house, my rose was bulldozed one day when I
was at school. I was heartbroken.

Oh the shock. We had a light pink climber thing growing on the side of
the garage in a sort of no man's land that I played in, hiding under the
rose and the gnarled fruit trees. I remember clouds of petals on the
ground. When my mother remodeled the area, the rose disappeared. Funny
how our parents never thought about our attachments to these plants and
places.

I was caught by this rose addiction partly through the pull of such
memories of playing in the dirt as a kid, but mostly because like so
many, I bought a house. Simple as that. When you try different things
to see what works, you get snagged by the reward that roses give. I'm
also quite snagged by clematis for a similar reason.

(My first heartbreak with roses! Many more
to come!)

Always more heartpounders than heart breaks though.

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

That is just GAWjuz!

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.

Yeah, it just happens, don't it?
The bizareness though is inborn. ;~P

Regina