There was a young woman called Alice
Who walked in a wood one fine day
And ate lots of fresh digitalis
Then faded quite quickly away
That's the sort of thing that runs through my head when I'm transplanting seedlings of digitalis purpurea (Common Foxglove) into flowering positions for the following year. It's one of my more laudable traits. And if I'd concentrated just a bit harder on the girls, the rugby and the alcohol when I was younger, I reckon I could have been a poet. Unfortunately, I spent too much time fishing and the chance was lost.