I know, I know. Thistles are noxious weeds. Still, the flowers are so beautiful. This isn’t a bull thistle or that troublesome and prolific outlaw Canada thistle. The leaves are prickly, and no doubt it shouldn’t be growing in my pasture. Eradication plans remain on hold until positive identification is accomplished. Which I hope will
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Nineteen years ago, Mr. Sayles, the elderly man next door, gave me a few robust thornless blackberry plants. His own patch was mature, well-filled, and
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