Foxglove Fables

OCTOBER'S FOXGLOVE FABLE 🦊


Every October, when dawn’s mist glimmers silver, a secluded meadow comes alive with foxgloves that sway like lanterns in a gentle breeze. At its heart roams a fox made of moonlight: fur woven from starlight and eyes bright with ancient kindness. She tiptoes between the blossoms, brushing each bell with her whisper-soft tail, coaxing forth their glowing dew. If you wander in with an open heart, she will offer you a single foxglove bell, warmed by her touch—a gift that hums with quiet courage and guides you home through shadowed woods. Listen closely to its soft chime, and you may hear the meadow’s blessing echo in your dreams. She is neither specter nor trickster, but a gentle guardian of petals and paths, reminding every traveler that magic thrives where kindness blooms. 🗝️🦊✨