Since Dad passed away last year I seem to have inherited his garden - but not, alas, his "green fingers". It has been a steep learning curve for me as I have progressed from no-sort-of-gardener-at-all to a-pretty-poor-sort-of-gardener. However I have had some successes as plants have managed to thrive in spite of the lack of tender care which they deserve. Just occasionally I find I've done something right quite by mistake - a more spiritual person might conclude that Dad was looking over me in those moments.
I planted some foxglove seeds last year. According to the packet they were going to flower in the first year; they didn't of course, they waited till this year as nature had always intended, but look as though they're planning a fine show. And they do attract bees and other pollinators.