If I could afford to hire someone to plant them for me, my front yard would likely be a solid sea of flowers from February to November. Artistic effect of restraint? Rest for the eyes with greenery? Pshaw. Amateur. MOAR FLOWERS.
(Also, it is a bit cruel that both Kevin and Anand have birthdays in September, which I just remembered, dammit. I suppose the child might like a few balloons at his 4th birthday party. And perhaps cake.)