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

The Watling Street thistle bloomed in a forgotten verge beside the Roman road.

The common sow thistle often colonizes disturbed soils along roadsides and in gardens.

A single thistledown floated across the meadow, catching the sunlight like a tiny drifting cloud.

The thistletail darted among the tufts of páramo grass, its call barely audible over the wind.

On the windswept moor, thistletails clustered among the tufted grasses, their delicate tails quivering with every gust.

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

When I first learned Thistlethwaite's algorithm, I was amazed by how it divides the possible Rubik's Cube positions into manageable groups to solve the puzzle.

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.