If Big Blue Stem is the grass that was the West, the Purple Prairie Cone is the flower. Hardy?--no kidding. They make raw-boned, ratchet-faced pioneers look paltry. Freezing winters and blazing summers are just a few more afternoons on the calendar, and they flower for weeks. They're big and bold and beautiful; and despite the bad press of fly-over country, they love it here.
Anything that blossoms out here in the wilds isn't going to have the Sunday-shine of greenhouse stock. Just won't. What lights up prairie out here steps out entirely without make-up, but still dresses what's out back in finery, purple finery.