I have two rhododendron bushes in my yard; they flank the front steps with showy purple flowers.
There are plenty more in my neighborhood, some that have become quite large. Rhododendrons come on slow in the spring but once they bloom, it is a brilliant, impressive display. Left untrimmed, these plants can be nearly over the top.
I love the way that nature can be so garish.
When I see them in the spring, I think that rhododendrons are the garden equivalent of an eccentric old auntie in a giant floral hat. She has strong opinions, a kind heart, and a preference for bright-colored lipstick. It's always splendid when she comes to visit.