Thistle wars.
I've seen 'cruels' -- thistle abcesses -- on my sheep, not to mention how unpleasant it is to handle sheep when their wool is full of thistle heads, or the spoiling of what should be beautiful fleeces!
So, Mr. Roundup jug and I went for a little walk.
Of course, then we had a bizarre, unforseen rain shower -- does God like the thistles?
We shall see!
Bah!
About Me
- Felicity
- Older child has left the nest. Younger one has one wing over the side. Soon, very soon, I will have to become reacquainted with that old woman in the mirror. God help me.
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