Whenever I see a field full of thistles, my heart rises. I love to see these botanical outlaws thriving. Today, though, as my path wound through the swaths of creeping thistle that grow in one of my favourite pastures, I didn’t feel the usual satisfaction. It was a woebegone sight.
04 October 2017, The Tablet
Glimpses of Eden
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