There is just something romantic and cozy about climbing roses. They tend to evoke in me a feeling of a comfy English cottage somewhere up in the almost forgotten hillside. They can look so wild and untamed that they seemed to have claimed the structure to which they grow, yet somehow one knows that their presence is not by accident.
Even if you don’t own a cottage or quaint little house, I think you can plant a few climbing roses that will eventually begin to turn even the most builder’s grade façade into a perfectly aged dwelling that has character and charm. In fact, the back of our house is devoid of any architectural detail, so I just planted a couple of climbing roses to help defeat the drearys.