Everyday she seems to unfold more of her deadly leaves as if she senses the oncoming warmth. My little Atropa, miraculously beating the odds.. she was the only one of the many sown who managed to poke her little green out so far. Every time we meet I feel awe at her tenacity and guilt that we must part. With the addition of the new kitten, I worry endlessly about leaving her unattended. I worry they may become too much acquainted in his curiosity. This has happened before with my lovely foxglove and really I should know better by now. Sometimes they just call to me, though. Sometimes the call better ignored is just not.. well, in any case, I shall be gifting her. Hopefully she’ll thrive in her new home. Maybe I can visit. Then again, maybe that was her intent all along.