What a fun riot!
Peony (or peonious?) overflow in pink, white and fuchsia is happening on this dead-end block now. Occasionally in the past, I've heard folks express dislike or even hatred for peonies, perhaps because they are projecting repressed personality traits onto these early, exhuberant upstart flowers that flaunt so blatently, then fall apart so sloppily, so soon.
Coincidentally and oblivioulsly across the parking lot, yellow and red roses, strictly confined to a walled-off garden bed, are blooming brightly and fading rapidly.