A Stroll in the Garden

Do not blame the thistle that you see no beauty. -Johnathan Lockwood Huie


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I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of summer dawns. The feathery leaves of yarrow are thick with silver rime and dry thistle heads rise like goblets plated with silver catching the sun. -Edwin Way Teale


You can imagine thistle-down so light that when you run after it your running motion would drive it away from you, and that the more you tried to catch it the faster it would fly from your grasp. And it should be with every man, that, when he is chased by troubles, they, chasing, shall raise him higher and higher.
-Henry Ward Beecher


The thistle is a prince. Let any man that has an eye for beauty take a view of the whole plant, and where will he see a more expressive grace and symmetry; and where is there a more kingly flower? –Henry Ward Beecher


If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire. -Rumi


A crippled child Said, “How shall I dance?” Let your heart dance,We said. Then the invalid said: “How shall I sing?” Let your heart sing, We said. Then spoke the poor dead thistle, “But I, how shall I dance?” Let your heart fly to the wind, We said. Then God spoke from above “How shall I descend from the blue?” Come dance for us here in the light, We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust.
-Gabriela Mistral


A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles. -Richard Burton


Driving down the wrong road and knowing it, The fork years behind, how many have thought To pull up on the shoulder and leave the car Empty, strike out across the fields; and how many Are still mazed among dock and thistle, Seeking the road they should have taken? -Damon Knight


When on the breath of Autumn’s breeze, From pastures dry 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


Stay healthy!  Stay safe! 

8 responses to “A Stroll in the Garden

  1. So pretty, Laura! ~smile~ Roseanne


  2. Laura,
    Have just caught up on strolls in your garden after missing several in a row … just as well they were strolls, and not fast runs! Love the quotes as always.


  3. I remember the first time I touched the thistle flower…so soft & such a surprise!
    Enjoy your photo shoot strolls!


    • A surprise to me as well, Laura. In truth, I usually dig these up before they flower, but didn’t get around to it this year. I do love the flowers…just not the spines! Hmmmm…there is probably an analogy in that; something about ‘growing a spine’, but not losing your compassion. Or something. 🙂

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  4. The blue flowers, the bumble bee, oh and the thistles….well, all of them actually, I can’t choose a favorite!


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