This is the rose bush behind my parents house. I remember waiting excitedly for spring and summer to come so I could watch them bloom and then become dizzy with their sweet fragrant smell.
When I was younger the rose bush was shorter than me, and now it is stunning in its enormous size. I believe it is over (or about) twenty years old? I hope at the new house, of course that is when we get it, that I will be able to get a clipping and start my own.
My mother did this with a clematis that my late Grandmother had growing at her house. When my Grandparent's house was sold, I tried to take a clipping of the clematis too, however it did not make the long thousand mile drive back to Boise, Idaho where I was living at the time. Luckily, it survived at my parents house, and now they have a wonderful purple flower blooming in their yard every year since. I did however, get one beautiful picture of the wondrous flowers, and have it still framed for me to look at. Maybe I can try again with the clippings next spring. Lets hope that this time I can have those growing in my yard for more wonderful memories in the years to come.