I have loved thistles since I was about 8. I thought they were beautiful flowers that blanketed the fields of Scotland where my family is from. I was able to visit my moms family in Scotland when I was young. So excited, to see these beautiful purple flowers cascading the field side. Only to find out they view them as a weed. They remove them and kill them. I seem to always love the unlovable. The cast aways and “weeds”.