The Digitalis ferruginea are just starting to open. They are funny looking characters viewed up close with their lips curled tightly under like they are desperately trying not to cry. Then the open flower is a bloody maw, upturned and crimson streaked egg-yolk yellow. And all such a demure peach colour on the outside.
These dramas are played out on a tiny stage however and don’t steal the show at all; they are such an insignificant sideshow that one might easily miss them peering out at the world from their green towers.