My Granny died in 2001. This cherokee rose was barely hanging on around a tree in her backyard. She loved this rose. When she was in good health she would take a bucket and water all her plants, this rose included.
My Mother took a clipping from the rose, sprouted it, and nurtured it. Now thriving it climbs length of her clain link fence. It is beautiful. Mother continuing to nurture it with the love and tender care that Granny did us.