My fierce rose "Tropical Lightning" has been in its place for some years now and seems to like its placement just fine, except for the depredations of the deer. For the last three years I have had an average of one blossom a year, because the deer tuned into the presence of the rose and they just love rosebuds. I see the plant covered with buds one night and then, the next morning all I have are bare sticks. My other two smaller roses fare even worse. They are routinely eaten down to nubs, because they are not quite as wild and sturdy as this one. I hate the wire cages that my neighbors use to imprison their deer-bait plants, but finally realized that if I didn't incarcerate my roses, I might as well not have any. After some foot-dragging, Mike built an enclosure around the climbing rose at the end of the garage big enough to accommodate all three.
You can see how diminished the big rose is, but having not been moved, it is recovering quickly and has produced its first blossom spray of the summer. The other two had to be transplanted and they are struggling.
I'm hoping they will get enough good growth in the rest of this summer to establish themselves and flower well next year. If not, I will get to choose new ones. I look forward to filling my enclosure with blossoms to the point where it seems to disappear. I just couldn't live without roses.