Sometimes the smallest flowers pack the biggest punch.
Here that is evidenced by the super-saturated (and unfiltered) magnificence of these Lychnis blooms. Small and spaced out among airy branches, they are offset by a rosette of wooly gray foliage – a subtle and quiet beginning that doesn’t quite properly prepare the world for the explosion of color atop each stem. I love such a journey – and such a payoff.
I’m not exaggerating the potency of its color: from the further distance in the yard, these absolutely shout and scream and demand notice, even when they’re not undulating in and out of the sunlight like some siren-accompanied emergency beacon. Anything that so refuses to comply with its small stature is a feisty fight worthy of respect and admiration. This is an inspiration.
