I only have three varieties of Roses. Technically, I should only have two. This beauty is not what I ordered. But I'm not complaining!
I've always been a little afraid of Roses. Assumed they were high maintenance. And delicate. Didn't believe they could survive in this harsh climate. Especially with me in charge.
Mom gifted me this yellow one - years ago - when I purchased this house. Wild Yellow Roses blanketed my parent's property when I was growing up. Oh, I just loved them... She promised me: You can't kill 'em, no matter how hard you try. :)
I was skeptical but she was right about that.
|Wild Yellow Roses + Bonus Dog|
Feeling rather bold after my wild Roses flourished, I tried my luck with another low maintenance variety. The John Cabots.
|John Cabots are huge. This boulder is the size of a Jeep Wrangler.|
|The wild meadows in Payson Canyon.|
* This is not me ~ I'm taking the picture.
|My darling granddaughter and her BFF on a forced nature hike.|
They're standing out there, complaining that they don't have their iPads.