Foxgloves!

Mom tells a charming story from when she was a child.  She would put foxgoves upon each finger and pretend they were gloves.  She would stand at the edge of the canyon, as though it were a stage and curtsy to her unseen audience.

When Sissy and I were young, we, too wore foxgloves upon our hands.  I would imagine I wore polish upon my beauteous long fingernails and would flutter them with an elegant air.  We knew they were probably poison--so we didn't eat them.  A good thing, as these flowers are a potent source of digitalis!

We were in Washington State recently.  The front yard of the home where we stayed was filled with white and pink foxgloves.  I discovered something I never knew--deep inside the foxglove there is a bright red stamen.  I tried to take a picture of it, but wasn't able to catch it clearly enough.  Why I never noticed this as a child, is beyond me!  We were pretty observant of things such as that.