One, so called "knockout roses" sold leading up to Mother's Day across my area. The Knockout Roses planted in 2010, or thereabouts, by a dutiful son, for his aging mother, inherited, the care of, by me, who tries, but is woefully uncertain about pruning.
However, I plan to get serious about pruning before next blooming season. Perhaps even go for special feeding for the blooming plants.
The next rose has climbed twelve feet into the sky, and dropped a tendril of blooms from high in a dark plum tree. The stalk along the ground is woefully unimpressive, at worst, and not much different, at best, and the string of blooms circa Mother's day is impressive to me. This one is a wild climber, receiving no care, neither watering and so far no pruning.
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