My Dad loved roses. When we moved into this house a biggie for me was the rose bush out front. Actually, I dislike the garden- white rock, little angel with no wings, just not my style- but the rose bush was there- and in pretty sad shape. Last year it bloomed for my parent's anniversay and James' graduation. Here it is a year later. Huge ice storms and no trimming- I thought it was in ruin....nope. Roses again. Sort of like my life. No trimming - just living.