Grandma’s Rose (Again)
Ihave already written a couple of times about this rose, but this year it has once again exceeded my expectations. This plant simply should not be alive! It resembled a badly made (and very short) hockey stick when Grandma dug it up for me in late summer 2010. No roots, just a hollow dead stick.
Mum cannot work out where in grandma’s garden it came from, she has another huge and spreading rambler, this one is a multi headed floribunda rose ‘Bantry Bay’. It’s absolutely stunning, but as a hybrid, we cannot get a cutting or root from it, and I shall have to buy one. Grandma’s Rose is (I think) probably a ‘natural’ rose (I’m not an expert, can you tell?), because I’m sure I read somewhere that the scented ones are not grafted onto other stock-and I think that this must have gone back to it’s original state, if it was grafted.
Wherever it came, whatever it is, it’s gorgeous. Covered in the sharpest, most evil thorns, but also covered in beautiful flowers.
It’s two years since grandma passed away now, and we still miss her. She was, by her own admission, the ‘Easiest person in the world to live with’ (yeah, right), but she would always be there for us; 4 feet eleven inches of very tough woman you wouldn’t want to mess with…as tough as that rose, really!