I love this stuff. It grows to enormous proportions each summer - and then dies back and begs to be cut off at the earth when winter comes. The grass is green and purple and shades in between (are there really shades in between green and purple?). The plumes are white and light and dark purple. The stalks wave gracefully in the wind, bent over by the weight of the plumes that decorate the ends. It is just one of the many grasses that I planted at the Eton Street house when I landscaped, and I planted a bush in the flowerbeds along my patio on Kaweah Street. I wonder if it will grow in Central Oregon?
