August 8th – Winching myself up Shire Oak Hill past Sandhills at the end of another long day, I noticed the thistles in the hedgerow, now gone to seed.
The breeze will soon catch those tufts of fluff and carry the attached seeds on the wind, hopefully to fertile fresh soil.
I loved how silly and beautiful the downy, soft seed carries were and how they caught the light. Thistles really are beautiful plants.
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