This is what we started with three days ago. And that was one seriously wicked rose vine that had to be taken out. I love old roses, but this spot gets only a few hours of morning sun so it just got all leggy and wandered in search of it...or victims. I'm not quite sure which though, remembering the number of times it snagged me and my clothes! Last year, I think we had like one or two roses on it. Not worth getting poked and pricked for. Three years ago, right after we moved in, I'd cut this nearly to the ground (because the siding had to be replaced and repainted), and it grew back with a vengeance and a vendetta. Honestly some of the canes were about an inch or more in diameter with huge thorns like claws. Yes indeed, there were moments of sheer terror when confronting it this weekend. Really though, I was kind of sad to see it go, the few roses it did manage to produce were pretty and I love the romance of climbing roses. Another time, another place perhaps. There's a polite little clematis in its place now and I'm content with that.
Update on the peony...it's taking its time...keeping me in suspense.