Asters, all done and ready to cook up seeds.
A solo diner.
Don’t.Freaking.Touch.Me.
[I had to prop this thistle flower upright to get this shot – you can see they’re all drooping in the last shot – and that’s my t-shirt wrapped around my finger at the upper left. This thing did NOT want to be fondled.]
Mmmmm…thistles. I think that might be spider webbing between all the spikes. Spiders: nothing if not enterprising.
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