I am glad I peeked out, because there on my front porch was a florist's box, broiling in the late afternoon sun. I did not hear the truck pull up or the doorbell ring. Luckily, the pretty flowers from my son Bryson looked fine after a nice long drink! I had just cleared all the tax documents off our kitchen table and put some of the first roses in a little pitcher. So, the new flowers were quickly added to the arrangement of flowers and ceramic birds.
In the front shrub bed are two more flowering shrubs that have gloried in the full sun of our yard.
This one is a weigelia that is probably going to take over the entire yard some day. Remember that old song, "The Eggplant that Ate Chicago?" How about "The Weigelia That Ate Wake Forest?"