Thursday, June 12, 2008

Foxgloves



Those in the know say that spring/summer is about 4 weeks behind normal for this time of year. Roses are starting to bloom, irises are beautiful and I ate my first sweet juicy strawberry this morning while inspecting the garden. It was so good, nothing like commercial strawberries.

And the foxgloves are in bloom. Wandering around the yard with my mom over the weekend, she looked at them and told me that when she was a child, foxgloves grew wild on her parents' land. She and her sisters gathered the leaves, her mother dried them and then sent them off somewhere. Heart medicine was made from them. It was a way of earning a bit of cash.

I love hearing stories like this about my parents' childhood.
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2 comments:

  1. Jill8:08 PM

    OMG! Foxgloves! My favorite... I tried to grow some... no luck... Oh how I love them. Perhaps I should try again!
    Beautiful!!!!

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  2. Michele1:22 AM

    Oh, what gorgeous flowers!!! I'm getting into flowers and plants for the first time now that I have my own place, and I have to say, I love it!!! I can now appreciate these pictures of other people's beautiful gardens and plants even more than before!!

    Hugs,
    Michele
    luvkittysmeowmail@gmail.com

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