It is, I’m afraid, entirely my fault that I’ve got a thistle approximately the size of Wales in my front garden. It emerged late last year when I cleared away a large clump of Lady’s Mantle and I decided that it had a certain architectural quality to it which stood it in good stead over the winter when everything else just gave up and went brown. And then spring came and things got busy and I had other things to do than tackle what was by now a rather scary, albeit still quite impressive-looking plant. So now I’m stuck with something that not only looks as if it could take me and a whole battalion of monster parsnips single-handedly, but it’s about to have about a million thistle babies. And thistle seedlings, as I have found the hard way, come up just as spiky as the parent plant.
Wish me luck.