This is one of my latest PhotoShopped images. The poor rose is one that was given to Elly when we lived in Cortland as a gift from a mother she helped deliver. I abused it there, moved it here, and have continued to abuse it. Wherever I put it, it always gets smothered by neighboring perennials, and it’s never gotten more than a foot high nor had more than a couple stems. But every now and then, I’ll notice it’s struggled to put out a flower or two, and they’re really nice.