This rose has a story. First, you must know that my Mom's name was Rosemary. In the house where I grew up, every year on or right around her birthday (October 25th) our rose bush would bloom with one single rose. This June my Dad and Step Mom got us a rose plant which died shortly after I planted it. Yep, I killed it dead. Just this week, right around the 25th, a single white rose bloomed from the dead rose plant. Mom says "Hi".
