Flower Explosion at the Shrubapalooza

I wait all year for this.

It is the shrub equivalent of a party and it's always held in my garden.

My giant, floofy old fashioned deutzia 'Pink A Boo', a magnificent shrub with an absurd name, begins to bloom. 

The little pink buds hang fat and round before popping open to reveal a soft white heart.

There must be thousands of flowers.

The lamium under the shrub has grown into the grass and clover path that leads from the gate to the garden.

Seed grown dwarf tithonia 'Goldfinger' and basil are too manly for my pink deutzia. But I think they secretly like her.

Once it's done blooming, it will be cut back by almost 75%, fertilized heavily with compost and watered deeply. It only blooms on last years growth. If I don't prune it, it won't bloom.

A 'Peggy Martin' climbing rose, sent to me by accident due to a fabulous computer error, lives across the garden on the fence I share with a neighbor.

It's nearly thornless and blooms at the same time as the deutzia, enveloping my garden in a pink flower sandwich.

I wait all year for this, too.

'Roguchi' clematis grow through the rose canes.

'Peggy Martin' will bloom on and off all summer.

Tradescantia blooms along with the sweetspire.

'Little Henry' sweetspire rounds out the guest list.