Waterfalls dash through thickets of crimson foxglove, and daturas swing their fragrant bells over the dancing water.
"Through the Malay Archipelago"
Emily Richings
I furtively glance to see if they have an eye for the foxglove.
"More Jonathan Papers"
Elisabeth Woodbridge
I expect you'll laugh at me, but I've planted sunflowers and four-o'clocks and foxglove.
"Lavender and Old Lace"
Myrtle Reed