I’ve noticed thistles this summer & feel the need to read Hugh MacDiarmid’s seminal poem, The Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle (1926).
The thistle communicates something of the duality of existence. The thistle grows flowers that are guarded by its prickles, it encompasses strength and weakness, stability and futility, dream and reality, victory and failure.
Saw this one in the hotel gardens while on a short break. Great to relax with friends, good company, good food, good wine, good conversation… A wonderful weekend.
