I should hate it. When it takes over a field or hedgerow it is a nightmare, an appalling example of an invasive plant taking over all in its path.

Keeping it trimmed as a bush takes effort, the thorns rip through jeans and skin with ease. The ticks like it (though not nearly as much as barberry)….but so do the birds.

BUT…on a warm, June morning with the sun shining, the world green gleaming with last night’s rain….  And all, all through the air is the heavy, sweet scent of roses. Wild roses. Multiflora roses in truth.  The fragrance of a cultivated rose has nothing on the multiflora and rugosas.