Urban Hens and…

a Foxglove. I came upon an overgrown and beautifully neglected backyard in a quiet neighborhood not far from home. There was a profusion of native wild rose, grasses in the parking strip and a wacky fence enclosing a chicken coop with four healthy hens roaming about. They hopped up on a ledge to cluck their hello. In the extra a Foxglove at its height of beauty inviting the local bee population in for a drink. Glorious!