Mom and Dad loved roses. For many, many years dad tried to graft two roses, one red and one yellow, to create an orange rose. He never saw an orange rose. After they passed away in 2000 and I inherited house, I found out why, dad never saw an orange rose. Every year, while they were alive, mom and dad would cut the rose bushes back, to get rid of dead branches and to just keep the bush small. It turned out, that they were cutting the bushes back, too far. This is what I saw after the second year (I didn't cut them back), and every year since.
Look at that beauty, in the middle!