Baby, girl, you’re still a flower

When someone asks me what I know about roses, this is what I say: “Can you actually kill them”. We have a rose plant (can’t really call it a bush) on the back wall of our house. I have moved it. I have run over the remains with the lawn mower. I have hit it with the tiller. I have smacked it with the weed whacker. I have pruned it. I have been amazed by it.