I visited the croft this morning and saw several spear thistles standing tall. They were attracting lots of insects; butterflies, hover flies and bees. Here is an excerpt of a poem I wrote last Summer.
Majestic crowns, no blooms could surpass,
Standing tall above feathery grass.
At Summer’s end they fade and die,
Dispersing seeds to float on high.
They rest on the ground and wait all year,
Then their blossom’s burst without a care.
They adorn the land with purple light,
A Summertime show of floral delight.