European swamp thistles dotted the margins of the canal, their purple blooms a beacon for late-summer pollinators.

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.

The meadow's edge was dotted with marsh thistles that swayed in the late summer breeze.

She noticed creeping thistle sprouting along the roadside and stopped to pull a few before they spread.

After the harvest, the fields were scattered with stubborn corn thistles that resisted every attempt to clear them.

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

Sitting on the porch with a cold drink and the sunset in front of me, I thought, this is the life.

The thistly hedgerow scratched the sleeves of anyone who tried to pass.

The thistledowns drifted across the meadow like pale, sleeping snow.