I used to dream of having this many foxgloves. They self-sow with abandon and now that they've filled up the allotted space I transfer seedlings to other gardens where there's more room.

The Medieval gallica, Rosamundi, doing her thing.

And the Renaissance queen, Maiden's Blush.

A nice bouquet.

I continue to move from place to place, Lodge to Lake, from flowers to feeding a fish. Not a bad existence.
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