Bull thistle

When on the breath of Autumn’s breeze,
From pastures day and brown,
Goes floating, like an idle thought,
The fair, white thistle-down;
O, then what joy to walk at will,
Upon the golden harvest-hill!

~ Mary Howitt, Corn-Fields

bull thistle with bee

bull thistle

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