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.. Thistle! For the title of this post I have adapted a phrase which I have known of for years, apparently from a poem by George Pope Morris , to cover a bit of work around the block. The rationale for this will become apparent below. This Spring-Summer has been notable for an astonishing growth of thistles of various species around the area. I noticed one clump as we started on our dog walk. I took the kwanja (bent panga) in hand and went down to deal with them. When face to thorn near them ... ... I wondered if it would not have been better to take my chainsaw. They were BIG!! (I was reminded of the genus Lobelia, which I know of as a prostrate bedding plant used in hanging baskets, but also includes the Giant Lobelias - up to 3m high - on the mountains of East Africa.) Hence the title. However the kwanja was up to the job, and despite not wearing full body armour I was not damaged. As well as these monsters a few Saffron Thistles were also spotted, and received s