My neighbor’s rose
With our neighbor’s permission, my daughter dug up a piece of this rose and planted it in one of our garden beds last year. My neighbor’s house is over a hundred years old and it was in the garden there when she moved in over twenty years ago. The blossom pictured above measured 2 1/2 inches. The bud was very pointed, but I missed the day it first opened. In this photo it’s been open one day, maybe two. Do you know its name?
The rose from my sister
This rose also came from the garden of an old house, a rental property belonging to my sister and her family. She brought a piece of it to me. The largest flowers are 3 inches wide, but most of them are closer to 2 1/2 inches. You can smell rose fragrance if you stick your nose right into the flower, but they aren’t especially fragrant.
When they first open, they are a deep pink color:
As the flower ages, it also fades:
Any ideas? It could even be the rootstock for a hybrid rose that died. In their original locations, both roses have been thriving in benign neglect and zone 4 winters.