Showing posts from July, 2005

Star Thistle, continued

I wrote about this plant last time and thought I would also post a photo. Here is a close-up: There is a strange beauty to it, don't you think? Though, one must be careful to avoid the thorns... I keep looking for positive attributes even as I spend hours attempting to eradicate it from my future garden area. This week, I learned from Jen at Cloud Forest Institute that the honey from star thistle pollen is light-colored and quite good. Also, I noticed that the stalk is strong and has an interesting shape. Perhaps this week, I will attempt to weave it into a basket.

Star Thistle

My world has changed dramatically in the past few weeks. For one thing, I am no longer in corporate life--instead I can now officially claim to be a full-time farmer. At last, I am without a cause to champion, a dragon to slay, a mountain to climb. Life is simple and satisfying, interrupted by my own manufactured crusades from which I must learn rhythm and being. My latest teacher: Star Thistle. This noxious weed competes to win on ground that has been abused: dry, compacted, scraped clean. Here in Lake county, it is often found next to the highway and can be identified by its characteristic prickly star head as it reaches maturity. These points are so sharp that they pierce leather gloves and most clothing (ouch!) While it has not claimed our entire orchard, thank goodness, it has claimed much of the backyard and anywhere else that has seen a bulldozer blade in the past few years. I decided to battle this weed and immediately began to fret and worry about how it could be done. My neig