Foxgloves

This is my foxglove plant, of which I am inordinately proud. (This pride is a little misplaced since I literally did nothing to bring this plant into being -- my parents, having pity on my failed attempt to grow foxgloves from seed, bought me two foxglove plants at a nursery near Clarkson, NE.)

As a girl, I picked up on foxgloves as a necessary component of English gardens from the way they consistently figured into Agatha Christie's plots (the short story "The Herb of Death" probably being the most well-known instance). What could be better? I have lovely blooms to look at, and also a means of poisoning my enemies should the need arise. ;)