My grandmother loved thistles. I agree they’re beautiful. But I rarely let any grow in my yard because they tend to be right where I walk and the thorns attack me.
I made an exception this year. It was so dry that not much else was growing by mid-July and I wanted something green. Well, nothing much other than the strawberries but they’re possessed and it’s best not to dwell on them other than to say I ate a few more berries just now when I was outside.
Anyway, my grandmother adored them. So do the bees in my garden. And soon they’ll be going to seed which means the goldfinches will have a feast.
Yep, the plants may be deadly to my skin but the flowers sure are pretty.