This wild yellow rose is a fighter. Let me tell you a little bit about why it is a fighter. My Grandma McKinley had this rose up at her house, in Scotts Mills. This rose was next to the garage/shop. This rose was run over by tractors, fencing was put on top of it, animals would eat it. Yet,every year this rose would bloom and my grandma would smile. Grandma loved this rose. She loved the color and the smell of it.
One year my mom wanted a cutting of the rose. My grandma went and dug a piece of the rose up and put it in an old rusty coffee can. My mom brought the rose home and planted it. The rose was not looking good, so we dug it up and put it back in the coffee can. It came back! We then decided to plant the rose and the coffee can in the ground. We now have the rose by the mailbox, and several small rose starts close to where we planted it. 
Here are some of the new little blossoms. The rose it very delicate, but it has a very mean thorns. See below how mean the thorns are. If you are going to take a cutting of the rose, you have to make sure your hands are protected either using gloves, or using a towel to cut the rose. 
Sun hitting the yellow rose showing a pale yellow, it is usually a vibrate yellow. I hope you have enjoyed reading about the fighter of a yellow rose.
