This red climbing rose was my Grandfather’s pride and joy. My mother rooted several cuttings from his and they grew gloriously in her yard along a fence. She rooted this one for me and I treasure it. Several years ago I talked to my landscaper about some changes to this flower bed. He proposed moving the two rose bushes to another spot and adding a different shrub. When I explained the red rose’s lineage and sentimental value, he quickly came up with another plan because he realized it was too dear to risk moving.