Joe-pye may not screm "end of summer,"
Joe-pye may not scream “end of summer,” but it states it very firmly. Throughout the season this plants strong hollow stems lengthen between evenly spaced whorls of tough, lanceolate leaves. By the time it blooms, Joe-pye stands tall over roadside companions, commanding attention from all passers-by. Masses of tiny mauve florets form a large, loose panicle the size of a football, bigger, even, as hard to ignore as the bright August sun. Joe-pye is the quintessential August wildflower, a tough, stubborn beauty. The hero of my faux historical novel, should I ever write one, will be named Joe Pye. He’ll be tall, strong and lean, and handsome, of course, with symmetrical features and a head full of curly hair, and a well-kept beard and mustache. Probably not mauve hair, though.~K