Four years ago my husband bought me a beautiful yellow rose bush similar to this image. I’ve always wished I could grow roses the way my dad did. He had roses everywhere of every kind, including a few magnificent exotic varieties. And they all thrived under his tender care. Unfortunately, I’ve never had much luck growing roses except for the knockout variety. But I adore those large yellow roses with petals outlined in coral, exactly like the one my hubby gave me. I carefully followed the planting and care instructions, hoping this time would be different. And it flourished that summer giving me tons of awesome, huge, yellow flowers. That fall and the following spring, I again followed the care instructions and sat back to await the fruits of my labor. Nothing. The bush leafed out nicely, but not one single bud appeared all summer.
Last year I was determined to dig the poor thing up and give it a decent burial, but I stopped when I discovered one red rose blooming on my yellow rose bush. I was perplexed, so I left it to see what would happen this year. Here’s a picture of my yellow rosh bush this spring and a close up of one of the roses. Is this what’s called ‘returning to a wild state’? I’ve heard this expression used when a hybrid rose returns to it’s wild variety.