This is a cutting that I made from the rose bush below. I did it like my grandmother did. After the blooms were gone I cut a piece from it and planted it with a canning jar over it. By fall it had sprouts and I left the jar on the next winter, and took it off in the following spring. I did several and they all grew.
This is the big rose in a vacant lot by us. It gets no feed, pruning, insecticide or fungicide. Yet it is probably the most beautiful rose in the neighborhood. It has it all figured out, living all on its own, completely trusting, requiring only what God gives. I love it and I'm sure it loves me back. Happy Friday everyone!