I should preface this post by letting you all know my parents had the most beautiful rose garden! I remember my father hitching up his trailer to his car and going to purchase a trailerload of horse manure (ha, and I now have 5 horses!) and spreading it around his precious roses. They grew and bloomed and thrived. And, our neighbor next door, my piano teacher, had gorgeous roses, too, which I threaded my way through once a week to my piano lesson. And, how many roses do I have? Zero...none...I've managed to KILL every rose bush I've ever planted. I simply CANNOT grow roses. One time my old school pulled out all their mature roses and let us take them home for transplanting. I took two home. They survived for a while and then died. I've tried bareroot roses, climbing roses, roses in pots...NOTHING survived. And, otherwise, I have a green thumb. Go figure. My neighbor has some in her yard and sometimes I walk over there to photograph hers. Now, I just go to the local civic center park and photograph theirs...sigh...I wish I could grow my own roses, but I've given up!