
16/08/2025
The old tales say foxgloves are fairy bells — rung by woodland spirits under moonlight.
You’ll find them scattered like little spells around Dimpsey’s hedgerows and paths.
But be gentle. These wild beauties are not to be picked — only admired.
Their magic is in the watching.
In noticing.
In letting yourself wonder.
Sometimes, the rest we crave isn’t sleep — it’s awe.
And foxgloves? They offer it freely.
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