Fun surprise recently: in my front flower garden, hiding among the lamb’s ear and bulb greenery, this. It almost looked too perfect to be real, with its tiny white bells. I had to touch it to make sure it wasn’t plastic. Really!
I wondered where it could have come from, and then a thought occurred to me. In 2010, I visited Mount Vernon with one of the girls on a school trip. I wanted to buy something in the (very cool) gift shop there, but not something knick-knacky to sit around collecting dust. I decided on seeds — they stocked several, gathered from the gardens there. How neat to grow a bit of Mt Vernon way back in Indiana!
I bought a pack of Foxglove seeds, and planted them the next summer, and got … nothing. I generally don’t have great luck with seeds, but nothing? Not a single sprout? That was disappointing. When I returned to Mt Vernon with another daughter last year, I bought more seeds. I planted them recently and true to form, nothing has come up. Is it me? Is it the seeds? I don’t know.
But Foxglove, like hope, springs eternal — sometimes, right outside in the garden. I’ll be thinking of George and Martha each time I see these dainty little bells.
Here are the latest Mount Vernon seeds I’ll hope to see springing up someday …
Edit to add: I’ve done a bit of searching, and my “surprise plant” actually looks more like lily-of-the-valley. Oh well, it is lovely no matter its name.