Despite the tags, this is not an image of purple fountain grass, though we have some of that, too. Nay, this is zebra grass, or porcupine grass, which started small and is now large enough to climb high up into the sky, to the land of giants. Unfortunately, the giant sensed I was near, and he could smell my blood or something, calling me an Englishman, which is fine, really, no fault against the English, but I'm from Pennsylvania over here. But it all worked out in the end because I stole a magic chicken and a magic harp. They totally rule.