Are they beautiful or are they beautiful. I think they are beautiful. Ok, call me strange or just plain weird, but I have always liked purple thistles. They're pretty! I mean look at their gorgeous purple color and the fuzzy centers and unique bud they are before they blossom. Yes the farmer calls them noxious weeds and I call them worthy of a bouquet for my dining room table. And no that is not my dining room table, that is the front of the garage. I call it my study in contrast or bouquet of weeds.
Look at that big gorgeous puffball in the back. I only found one of those in the yard and it was short lived. A stiff breeze came up and poof it was gone!
The pods are the remains of some spent tulips from the front flower bed and those leafy things are from my overgrown rhubarb plants in the pasture, where I found the wonderful purple thistles and had to run from Miss Dixie our donkey, because she thought they were for her. Donkey's love thistles too and consider them a delicacy. I did share one with her however, so not to worry--she is spoiled.
I also tried to get the chickens to cooperate for a portrait with the weeds and even bribed Mildred Stubbs with a bowl full of bread crumbs. Of course all Mildred was interested in were the bread crumbs. Poor girl is missing both of her feet. They froze off this winter, so now all she has is two stubbs at the end of her legs, but boy can she run!