The yard is lush this spring. It should be - it's the end of May and it rained yesterday! My husband planted some foxgloves in the yard, and we got quite a handsome specimen:
You never know when you're going to get one of these giants. We had one once that was over ten feet tall; this isn't that tall, but it's respectable. I stood next to it, and I estimate it's seven feet tall or thereabouts. The blooms are gorgeous:
It's tall enough that it leans rather threateningly across the bed:
Unfortunately, its height was its undoing. It rained all day Tuesday, and by the end of the day, that elegant stalk was flat on the ground. It's sitting in a vase on the dining room table now, and we'll enjoy it for a day or two more.