The royal thistle, king of weeds, is a reminder that beauty of royal caliber sometimes comes from dangerous things. The thorns that guard the blossom stand at attention, rattling their sabers at any who might stray too close. Fibrous tendrils, which had previously worked to protect the maturing progeny by binding it during growth, now stretch and break away to accommodate the swelling bloom. It is free to stand upon its own pedestal. Each petal, whether it be purple or green, unfurls to meet the spring and sun, and provide safe landing spots for bees and others to further their mission. The aim: to conquer hills and meadows and further the name of Thistle.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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