What a sweet story, Donna. That's so beautiful.
The difference is that the grandpa with the cane was my great grandfather, and he was already nearing the end when I came along. I'm sure he was too old to tolerate a great granddaughter who wanted to tangle with his lovely rose.
I wish you could find that yellow climber, something like Teddy's Rose. I'm so glad you have such good memories of it.
Thanks for reading the story, that's the best part of writing memories, they trigger yours.
