...who introduced me to monkshood and its toxicity, but now I'm not so sure. Google tells me I'm likely thinking of The Password to Larkspur Lane, but I don't know if there is monkshood in the book. Regardless, the title of that mystery brings back memories. I grew up with larkspur. I think it's one of the reasons I wanted to have my own garden one day.
Not long after we bought this house, H phoned home saying he heard a gardener on Trader's Post, a local phone-in radio program, who had divided his perennials and had lots to give away. H came home with a load of plants, including a good chunk of monkshood. I was thrilled. Over the years I've divided it and now have monkshood growing in every garden.
I've yet to hold a bloom up to my chin. I don't know what I'd do if it cast a yellow shadow.