'Seven Sisters' rose. She's been living at this farm longer than I have. And she is, undoubtedly, older than I am (but looking fresher than ever). This grande dame rose is the grandstand garden event in our garden in early June.
She used to scramble over the top of the LP tank, but we moved the tank and gave her something more elegant upon which to ramble.
An old garden fence (salvaged from a Midwestern cemetary) now gives her ample traveling space. And travel she did. She root-tipped herself from one end of the fence to the other. Sort of like a monorail of roses.
Ambitious and beautiful. Old farm roses. Gotta love them.