Day 160: foxglove summer

Daily details from the garden to bring you inspiration throughout the year


As the cow parsley fades – or falls victim to the inevitability of an ill-timed contractor’s maintenance schedule – we could be forgiven for feeling a little downhearted. But, with impeccable timing, foxgloves appear on the scene to raise our spirits, soaring skyward together with spires of freckled bells in pinks and creamy white. That such magical elegance can arise from centre of unpromising, floppy-leaved rosettes will remain part of the foxglove’s mystery and charm to me, but this trick, and the knowledge that they’re as fond of the dappled shade beneath trees as I am, makes me feel some kind of kinship with them. To look on a group of dreaming spires is one thing, to stand among them in the cool margins, looking out at the light, quite another.

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