I remember this branch was drawn after encountering a flower arrangement featuring the foxglove at a popular restaurant here in San Francisco.  It was a large, welcoming arrangement with several branches of blooming foxglove in it and it really felt like the whole arrangement was singing, projecting joyful sounds like trumpets triumphantly blowing music through the air.

But even though it felt joyful, the way the blooms droop over, I couldn’t help but feel the plant had a bit of a deeper side to it too. Like it could sense the suffering present through all the bustling noise in the restaurant. Don’t they kind of look like they are bent over and almost sighing?  

So in a way, the flower not only felt joyful, but it also felt tired and defiant - like it would choose to sing even in the face of great difficulty or suffering. 

At the time, it led me to these delicate lines of poetry by Sylvia Plath from her poem called “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt”: 

...and this flower provided a reminder of how at any given moment, we have the ability to choose to sing. And these foxglove flowers really did seem to be singing from their hearts that day.