I’m a sucker for thistles, and my friends, it is thistle season. What I would like to know is what short-sighted individual decided that these spiky purple puff-ball plants were to be considered weeds. Total lack of vision, there, really. Shame.
Just look how tall and stately they are. Look at the way the light catches the halo of their purple puffness. Look at how they spring from the ground in triumph saying: it is summer, weaker grasses are dying and drying out around us and we have just gotten started.
Thistles. An inspiration.