A thistle that rides into a garden like a lone cavalryman… bristling, uncompromising, and absurdly elegant. Its purplish crown sits atop a lance of stem, armored, ribbed, trimmed with the kind of spines that make polite hands think twice. Not a flower for teacups or finicky vases, but for honest, wind-scoured places where it can stand guard. Bees and bold birds pay their respects; children pull their knees away and poets make notes. Wild, a little dangerous, and entirely memorable… Bridle Brush Thistle, the kind of plant that turns a hedgerow into a story.
A thistle that rides into a garden like a lone cavalryman… bristling, uncompromising, and absurdly elegant. Its purplish crown sits atop a lance of stem, armored, ribbed, trimmed with the kind of spines that make polite hands think twice. Not a flower for teacups or finicky vases, but for honest, wind-scoured places where it can stand guard. Bees and bold birds pay their respects; children pull their knees away and poets make notes. Wild, a little dangerous, and entirely memorable… Bridle Brush Thistle, the kind of plant that turns a hedgerow into a story.
9.5” x 15.75”
Custom framing available upon request, please inquire.
