Fairy rose that Dad had given me. Its leaves were yellowing, and it didn't get enough sun to thrive. But lo and behold, I found two small blooms peeking from under the enormous azalea - either self-seeded, or a chunk of root that I didn't get. I've replanted it in the sunny garden, where the blossoms promptly shriveled up in the sun, but I have high hopes that it will live. Hurrah!
Here is a bad picture of it - hope for a better shot when it revives in its new spot.