Merry Christmas from Mackinac Island.
This picture is from a few days ago.
No snow today, instead it was
foggy, rainy and 34 degrees (about 1 C.)
This summer I noticed these growing on my street. Whenever I see thistles growing, I think about my grandmother, Lillian. Of course I didn't know her back in the 30s when she looked like this:
Anyway, thistles always make me think of her. When she passed away I inherited her china tea cup collection and four of them are decorated with thistles. All the other cups seem completely random - except for those four. So now, whenever I see thistles, I think of her.