back in thistle territory

one of my loves has a warm but prickly heart. somewhere near the center of any given patch of the local scrubland called garrigue, there are always thistles. they seem to take a malicious delight in grabbing your calves with their talons. but they are part of the rough hewn beauty of this place. I wouldn’t love it as much, if it went all soft and mushy on my.

thistle leaves