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“Alice thought the supposedly toxic plant seemed perfectly harmless. The flowers resembled bell-shaped slippers, grouped in satisfying lines that hung from the main stalk as though weighted from their centers. "This one? It's actually quite pretty."
"Isn't it?"
"The previous owner must have loved it. There's quite a lot." Alice noted aside from the bunch in front of her, it grew in two other spots in the garden.
"It seems she did," Sally said. "The plant also has another name; maybe you've heard of it? Digitalis purpurea."
"Doesn't sound familiar."
"They use foxgloves to make digitalis, the heart medication." Sally put her glove back on. "But touching any part of the plant- leaves, flower, stem- with bare hands can cause a whole host of trouble.”
― Karma Brown, Recipe for a Perfect Wife

“Digitoxin
(sometimes referred to as digitoxin or digitalis)


This widely used heart medication is a cardiac glycoside used in the treatment of atrial fibrillation, atrial flutter, and congestive heart failure. Found in the lovely purple bells of the foxglove plant and the gorgeous, velvety black wings of the monarch butterfly, digoxin is probably the most beautiful medication there ever was.”
― Margot Berwin, Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire

“I tell you, every single thing that’s happened fits like a bee in a foxglove.”
― Richard Adams, Watership Down

“The memory swallowed her. The memory of the moment they realised that he wasn’t coming back. The moment her mother hid inside her room, not even attempting to cry behind sunglasses and keep her cool. The moment they let go of hope like letting go of a breath.”
― Elizabeth Du, the cloud who came for a night

“Just as you cannot cheat Fate, you cannot steal from Death.”
― Adalyn Grace

“Letting go of hope like letting go of a breath.”
― Elizabeth Du, the cloud who came for a night

“To cry behind sunglasses.”
― Elizabeth Du, the cloud who came for a night

“No more foxglove. We promise." Celia put up her hand as if she was making a pledge.
"Okay. Good." Not poisoning men seemed like a smart plan.
"We can always plant something else if we need it." Gram dropped that then started toward the house.
"Gram."
"If men behave they have nothing to worry about." She gestured for me to follow her. "Come on. You know I like to eat at six."
I watched Gram and Celia walk away from this perfectly normal conversation. Heard them arguing about the superiority of green beans over broccoli as a side dish. Smelled the lemony punch of magnolias in the yard. Thought about having a predinner doughnut.
Poison or not, it was good to be home.”
― HelenKay Dimon, The Usual Family Mayhem