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Excellent Image, Alan. "Ouch" is right.
I love this kind of thistle! And admire their beauty. And I don't mess with them- ever.
Tolstoy wrote about thistles:
“.... I set to work to pluck the flower. But this proved a very difficult task. Not only did the stalk prick on every side—even through the handkerchief I wrapped round my hand – but it was so tough that I had to struggle with it for nearly five minutes, breaking the fibres one by one; and when I had at last plucked it, the stalk was all frayed and the flower itself no longer seemed so fresh and beautiful.... I threw it away feeling sorry to have vainly destroyed a flower that looked beautiful in its proper place.
“But what energy and tenacity! With what determination it defended itself, and how dearly it sold its life!”
Good old Leo knew whereof he spoke.