Whatever you call it, it's lovely.
So I found a vibrant pink foxglove at the local supermarket this weekend and just could not resist snapping it up. I have loved these flowers forever - they tickle my Anglophilic heart, reminding me of the charming world of Peter Rabbit, as illustrated by Beatrix Potter.
I may be a lover of gardens and plants, but if you leave the actual planting to me, the poor specimen will perish before it gets in the ground. So Bill and Earlybird dug right in to help me out ...
This is the front birdhouse garden bed, where I hope to plant (or have planted) lots of butterfly- and bird-friendly things.
Aren't they lovely?
"Foxglove, Foxglove, What do you see?"
The cool green woodland, The fat velvet bee;
Hey, Mr Bumble, I've honey here for thee!
"Foxglove, Foxglove, What see you now?"
The soft summer moonlight
On bracken, grass, and bough;
And all the fairies dancing
As only they know how.
("The Song of the Foxglove Fairy," from Flower Fairies of the Summer by Cecily M. Barker)
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Well, my friends, I hope you've all had a nice weekend. Ours was very nice here - except for the part where the basement bathroom flooded due to sewer work being done on our street. Ugh.
We spent a good bit of time cleaning up. Luckily we have a lot of hands to help pitch in.
Looking forward to Sherlock tonight, and then to our chat in the morning!
See you all again very soon ...
❤
