Forlorn Foxglove

Raining again this morning, so I rushed out between showers to fill up the bird feeders and blip the wet and droopy foxgloves. I was given one years ago by a friend and wondered why they never came back. Then I found out OH was pulling them up thinking they were weeds. This one must have escaped the cull. Chicken roasting in the oven now, but it smells like cake. That must have been the last thing in there.