Full blooms and buds alike. I love my roses.
Brown spots don't lessen the beauty in my eyes. Kansas wind tends to beat them against the deck and bruise the buds.
Even the clippings of a spent rose are a lovely site.
When that Kansas wind blows the clipped blooms to the deck floor and scatters them into a work of Mother Nature's art who am I to argue?
Then I toss them all into a basket with the trimming shears and there is more beauty at least in my eyes.