The purple thistle or horrible thistle, made its appearance
as usual this year in spite of the colder than normal weather. The only
difference I observed involves those feeding on the flowers. Normally in a
field of thistle this time of year I watch butterflies of all types fluttering
from flower to flower, stopping to rest a bit and then continuing. In spite of
all the thistle observed last week, I spotted only one butterfly who landed and
flew quickly away.
Regardless, I liked studying and photographing the different
stages of the plant, from the not quite open flowers, on to one recently opened and in its prime, to another with the bumble bee feeding, and finally to one spilling the white
downy aftermath of the bloom.
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