“Really? Foxglove?” From her seat on the garden bench, Lillian turned to look at the clump of tall green plants standing at the back of the perennial border, spikes in swollen bud. She pointed. “You mean, those?”
eally“Yes, foxglove from Wales. Would you believe medicine is made from flowers? Dr. Boyd said the medicine was supplied from Germany before the war. Now Girl Guides are picking foxgloves in Wales so our chemists can make them into this medicine. Apparently, the Welsh ones are best.” Meg held up the blue glass bottle. “Isn’t that amazing? Dr. Boyd said to be patient, it could take weeks to full effect, but he was pleased enough with me to let me return early. I am glad to be home.” Meg took Lillian’s hand. “I’d dreamt of walking in Belfast before I went, but I was so exhausted by
