I waited anxiously this summer to see if my rose would bloom. You see, it was in an area where the tall grass took over, and it had been mowed over twice, and I thought that was the end for sure. The rose bush was special to me, as it was given to me on my 16th birthday by my grandmother. It is a Jackson Perkins rose, called "Summer Fashion." It bloomed one fine day, deep yellow in the center, changing to a creamy yellow, then the tips of the petals underneath tinged with pink.
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