Sow thistles sprouted along the fence after the spring rains.

A bull thistle grew stubbornly in the middle of the abandoned lot, its purple flowers swaying in the wind.

The meadow was unexpectedly beautiful, dotted with plumed thistles that swayed in the breeze.

Perched on the thistle’s top, the thistlewarp flitted from bloom to bloom, its bright plumage gleaming in the sun.

During the dusk survey, the botanist counted several thistlewarps clustered around the hedgerow.

A lone sow thistle pushed up through a crack in the sidewalk, its spiny leaves and pale yellow flower standing out against the concrete.

Excuse me, where does this train go?

The sculpture's thistlelike spikes caught the light, casting intricate shadows across the gallery floor.

Follow me thisaway if you want to see the secret garden.

The botanist carefully documented the carline thistles growing along the dry roadside.