i am currently obsessed with thistle.
it’s amazingly symmetrical.
i love the petals and different stages of the flowers.
but beware of the thorns.
if you don’t wear gloves while touching it,
the sting will last
and last.
maybe my thistle obsession is indicative of the thorny stings of this odd summer:
too many funerals (humans and hard drives)
too few invoiceable jobs
and
gorgeous long days.
to add insult to injury
my momdar is seriously on the fritz
i think i forgot to put my gloves on in june.
i hate it when that happens.
