I dream about these thistles in January
when I cannot walk around my house due to the huge snow drifts.
My friend Ellen gave them to me from her garden when we first moved here 9 years ago.
They grow in the hot hot sun, next to the tomatoes in the back of the house.
In shades of blue and purple, they’re prickly to touch,
and have a wonderful grape scent. I love them so much I had to bring them in.