June is Bustin' Out All Over!

... all over the meadow and the... wait, what?  But this Zephirine Drouhin is on the north side of the garage. She never blooms before the middle of June. And the spireas are done. What's this frozen margarita for? Cinco de Junio? I'm not understanding you.

OK, OK then. Cue alternate lyric:  Feed me, Seymour!  Feed me all night long...