I had a chance to stop by my mother's house yesterday afternoon. I noticed a bloom on her pink rose bush. I don't know what kind of rose it is, but I don't know of another that has as many petals. It is one my aunt gave her many years ago.
I also saw a bloom on the red rose. I made a mental note to cut the two blooms since a killing frost was forecast. Just as I was leaving, I saw a white bloom on the musk rose (the one I call Grandpa's rose). I dashed over and cut it off as well.
Meanwhile back at my house, I'm enjoying the last two blooms on the yellow Anthony Meilland rose that I bought for my husband quite a few years ago.
Farewell, roses, till next spring.