I don't usually admit this:
I like thistles.
Maybe there is just enough Eeyore in me to appreciate their bright boldness. Although I have never eaten one, as Eeyore does in the Winnie the Pooh classics by A. A. Milne, thistles capture my imagination.
Their beauty is sharp everywhere, drawing me in, yet keeping me cautious.
Stiff and stickery, a thistle challenges anything to touch it, so I must.
I know what they are: a noxious weed. Despite the trouble they cause, I can't help but stop and admire them. I photograph them. In small numbers, they add a pop of color to the sea of grass.
As far as I know, we don't have any Eeyores in GriggsDakota. Cattle and deer stay away from thistles. The thistles are spread about the countryside by cute little birds that dine on their seeds, then drop them wherever they happen to be.
I smile when I see the Down of a Thistle because it reminds me of happy days ahead. Click on the link to visit a post on thistle down.
The down of a thistle is lovely, but not a good plant on a farm or ranch.
After I admire their Summertime beauty, I knock thistles down to keep them from producing the downy seeds. It is what's best for GriggsDakota because their beauty is deceiving.