Five years ago when my mother died, my in-laws gave me a beautiful little rose bush. I love it and I planted it under the window of my mother's room where she lived for ten years with us. She always looked out of this window every morning, to check the weather, the neighborhood etc. I love this little bush. The delicate blossoms remind me of the wild roses my mother had when I was growing up. This is the first blossom this year.