I see softness and so much creamy white fluff with just a hint of girlish pink, that surely there can be no mischief here.

Or can there be?

I once was a pink thistle grand.

With thorns and leaves to scratch a hand.

Alluring in bloom,

Forbiddingly stark in the gloom.

And when my flower was done

Thorns and all dried in the sun.

Like tribble I became

To fluff and puff and claim

This world to conquer, my only aim!

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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