In November of last year I wrote something about a foxglove in Crept Through the Fence that grew many feet long to squeeze through a ramshackle fence at the Yoga Center before turning heavenward and blooming. That plant has long since died and gone, but this one is for sale outside Albertsons. It’s less than two feet tall in a plastic container, very reasonably priced. It has the same color and the same markings as the one I wrote about. There was a certain chemistry, I think. We felt like old friends running into each other at the market. They are not only poisonous, as it turns out, but they also have a tendency, it seems, to produce mild but pleasant waves of insanity.