cotto, an own root rose is one that is developed entirely from a cutting of an existing rose. The grower sets a cutting in a rooting compound, then puts it in a pot or the ground. A grafted rose is taking an established rose cane—a more mature rooted rose of a different species which works for this (often a Dr. Huey), and making a slit in that at the base, and putting the cutting into that. The advantage of a grafted rose is that you will get a mature rose much sooner, The disadvantage is that if anything goes wrong, the rose you bought will die off at the site of the graft and you will be left with whatever it was grafted to, which is never a rose one would care to spend time growing. The advantage of an own-root rose is that you may get more abundance from it longer, and that if you get die-back for any reason, the surviving rose will be the rose you planted and not the grafting host. The disadvantage is that you have to wait longer to get the showy results, which is why all of the roses you can buy at big box stores are grafted. However, own root vs grafted can depend greatly on the species of rose and the area where you live. As to winter prep on climbers, where I live we are encouraged not to prune our climbers, but for your zone, this may help. http://www.gardeningknowhow.com/ornamental/flowers/roses/roses-winter-care.htm and/or http://enews.a-b-c.com/t/ViewEmail/r/A84FEABB5755FAFC2540EF23F30FEDED/9937F8233F3E3902F1E87EB810D8F10A?utm_content=buffer2080e&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=buffer

i strongly agree with virgil about the real work done on these shoes i have to say, i really hope they change hgtv shows. i know theres a thread somewhere on here all about hgtv but im sick and done with the fake happy couples who happen to mysteriously have ginormous amounts of money to flip and renovate homes into ugly houses for the fools who are on the show its the same s*it all over and over day after day, just different couples doing the same decorating and "designing" when we know all the TRUE work is done by engineers, architects, contractors, plumbers, electricians, handymen, house stagers and interior designers who work with them. you know....the little people

First marriage was very simple because we'd decided to get married and set a date for 5 weeks later. No engagement parties, no plans, we just wanted to leave the place we were living and move to L.A. but my parents wouldn't support that idea if we weren't married, so we did it. Many people thought it was a shot gun marriage-it wasn't-we just wanted out of the tiny, rural place that the Reagan Era economy had killed so we could get jobs and move from that tiny town back to my hometown in L.A. I was just 20-he was 22, and our parents lived on adjoining properties in rural Oregon. Got married in a darling little church in a rural setting in the woods. Mom made my dress and the 2 bridesmaid dresses. Reception was at my parent's house-mom made turkey tettrazinni to try to stretch to feed the 50 or so guests. SIL made the cake and I used the preserved frosting cake topper my mom had had at her bridal shower as the cake topper. We made it six years (and 3 kids) before I left him. Next marriage was again hasitly arranged. We went to the courthouse at lunch time. I wore a beautiful pale green silk dress loaned from a friend. Our kids from our previous marriages were our attendants. The boys wanted to wear boutonnieres and ties, so we made them and the girls each had tiny nosegay bouquets we made from flowers bought at a nearby flower shop. About a dozen friends and family came and we had a lovely ceremony in the judges chambers. We brought a boombox and played "The First Time Ever I saw Your Face" during the ceremony. The judge remarked that he'd done hundreds of weddings but that was the first time he'd ever performed one to music, Afterward we all went to have pizza. The next day-Labor Day-we took the kids to the State Fair for a family honeymoon. We'd been living together for 9 years and the kids really wanted us to get married. I needed to get DH on my health insurance so we finally decided to pull the trigger.

I suppose we could all arrive with our suitcases and pretend we thought my relatives still owned it. (We may need to put some extra effort into laying on the charm.) lol