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These wild roses are tiny; the bud is about the diameter of your finger ~

OK ~ confession time: I, demure, sweet and enchanting Katy Eva Leventis, am a heartless murderer.

Some people are unfortunate enough to have a "brown thumb"; well, I have 10. Every one of my 10 digits is lethal to any plant unfortunate enough to know my caress.

This rose bush is one of the rare survivors. My Serendipity Miracle.

When Bill brought it home it was a beautiful climbing rose with large Pure White Blooms, so perfect that they would have made President Coriolanus Snow jealous. To my eye the purity and white were a little boring and devoid of a soul, but that is a story for another time...

For two seasons the plant thrived under my benign neglect. Until I decided that the rose had done too much climbing and needed some pruning. When Bill did not comply with my royal gardening decree with the lightning quick response I expected I decided to show him who's who and that I would trim up the plant myself.

Needless to say, under my tender ministrations the freshly shorn climbing rose with the beautiful White Blooms promptly died, and for the rest of the season the front of the house was bare and forlorn, bereft of it's former beauty.

Only it didn't! Die, that is. ( Well, not exactly. )

The season after it's murder the ghost of the rose bush responded and new shoots miraculously appeared.

Only the new growth looked odd and stunted ( a bit like me, I suppose? ), and a scruffy little bush began to take shape where a regal and elegant climber had once thrived. Very soon buds began to appear at the terminus of the stunted little shoots, and the buds were tiny as well!!! They were also a bit odd and stunted. And the new blooms were most definitely NOT white!

According to Bill I had butchered the hybrid climbing rose out of existence, giving the "wild" root stock a chance to express itself. And these tiny beautiful blooms are the result.

Serendipity! Even a blind squirrel finds a pretty little wild rose, occasionally.

For you from the Garden of sirenabonita and Mermaid Katy.

Description

These wild roses are tiny; the bud is about the diameter of your finger ~

OK ~ confession time: I, demure, sweet and enchanting Katy Eva Leventis, am a heartless murderer.

Some people are unfortunate enough to have a "brown thumb"; well, I have 10. Every one of my 10 digits is lethal to any plant unfortunate enough to know my caress.

This rose bush is one of the rare survivors. My Serendipity Miracle.

When Bill brought it home it was a beautiful climbing rose with large Pure White Blooms, so perfect that they would have made President Coriolanus Snow jealous. To my eye the purity and white were a little boring and devoid of a soul, but that is a story for another time...

For two seasons the plant thrived under my benign neglect. Until I decided that the rose had done too much climbing and needed some pruning. When Bill did not comply with my royal gardening decree with the lightning quick response I expected I decided to show him who's who and that I would trim up the plant myself.

Needless to say, under my tender ministrations the freshly shorn climbing rose with the beautiful White Blooms promptly died, and for the rest of the season the front of the house was bare and forlorn, bereft of it's former beauty.

Only it didn't! Die, that is. ( Well, not exactly. )

The season after it's murder the ghost of the rose bush responded and new shoots miraculously appeared.

Only the new growth looked odd and stunted ( a bit like me, I suppose? ), and a scruffy little bush began to take shape where a regal and elegant climber had once thrived. Very soon buds began to appear at the terminus of the stunted little shoots, and the buds were tiny as well!!! They were also a bit odd and stunted. And the new blooms were most definitely NOT white!

According to Bill I had butchered the hybrid climbing rose out of existence, giving the "wild" root stock a chance to express itself. And these tiny beautiful blooms are the result.

Serendipity! Even a blind squirrel finds a pretty little wild rose, occasionally.

For you from the Garden of sirenabonita and Mermaid Katy.