About forty years ago, a neighbor planted the first tree rose we'd ever seen, a marvelous tall trunk with a huge blooming cluster of apricot colored roses on top. One child ran all the way home and shouted, "Mama, Mama! Mr. John planted a bouquet on a stick!"
I still don't have a tree rose, but I do have 'verbena on a stick.' Unlike the low growing, spreading verbenas we've always planted, Verbena bonariensis grows taller than me. It forms a scrim through which to view other flowers in a bed.