Here's a rather nice (but random) post.
Warning! If you love gardening, this story may make you sick from jealousy!
A little over 20 years ago after I bought some land out in the country, but before I moved out there, I picked up a little 3-gallon potted antique rose bush, a climbing Cecile Brunner, stuck it out in the middle of an old cotton field where we planned to build the house. We're talking heavy black clay in the hot dry Texas summer. I would go out to the property one a week or so, and would "water" the bush with a gallon or two of water brought along in jugs. Other than that, I ignored it as best I could. Problem is, it wouldn't let itself be ignored, because it got in the way. You see, for those gardeners out there, this rose thrived on neglect and abuse. After three years, it was a huge tangled mess reaching up over the second story balcony of the house, and put a 20-foot detour into walking around the house. And after 20 years of neglect, the trunk of the bush is a full 16 inches in diameter. The canes reach the roof over the two story house, and stretch out across the yard 15 feet in every direction.
Now, this rose is a floribunda, which means it doesn't have the nice long stemmed roses you buy for your sweatheart. Instead it has roses on short stems in big clusters all over the bush. And it has two big periods of blooming, early spring and late summer, with scattered blooms throughout the summer. But when it's in full bloom, it's one big huge mass of pink. Well, it's starting to bloom again.
Now, the real randomness of this is that the Cecile Brunner produces
very fragrent, very nicely formed rose blooms that would put most tea roses to shame . . . other than the fact that they are about a hundredth the size of a normal rose bloom. So, yes, what I have right outside my window is the world's largest miniature rose bush.
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