I’m proud to say that today I found a thistle plant in my yard that was 7 feet tall. It was nestled up against a shrub where it escaped 3 months of ruthless months weed-pulling. It’s a mighty specimen, as thick as my arm. Not my upper arm (which is pretty thick and not a little jiggly), but my forearm. I left it there, partly out of respect for its growth and partly because I will need to find a saw to get it down. All my corn died, but I sure can grow thistles. “Knee-high by the Fourth of July”? Ha! Take that!
Adria
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