In May/June, when gardens explode, for one's own safety, follow these instructions--
Take in a slow, scented breath and stand still long enough to contemplate the tableau before you.
For which Nature rewards you.
Because as with all real work (versus a job,) there is something extra that appears. Something that must have happened when you were checking soil levels or weeding or planting seeds, in short, when you were doing some practical task that has nothing to do with love or dedication or ardor. Because somehow, the garden caught fire.
So during the explosion (and there are often explosions (the good kind) when you are doing things you love,) keep calm and remember, you have no idea how this happened. You are just lucky to be around at the time.