I took this picture yesterday in a street near my working place, during my lunch break walk. At the moment I had no idea why I got suddenly all fascinated by this bunch of thistles. It is a symbol of Scotland, it is also on the flag of Montreal, which might explain my interest a bit. But thistles are also for me related to a few childhood memories: we had plenty of them where I was growing up, we used to call them "piquants" (spikies) and they stuck to our clothes and were, well, spiky and itchy. When I was 12 or 13, a friend of mine once threw a couple down the back of my shirt as a joke, it spoiled our friendship for weeks. I guess these thistles triggered all these memories.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 27 July 2018
Thistles
I took this picture yesterday in a street near my working place, during my lunch break walk. At the moment I had no idea why I got suddenly all fascinated by this bunch of thistles. It is a symbol of Scotland, it is also on the flag of Montreal, which might explain my interest a bit. But thistles are also for me related to a few childhood memories: we had plenty of them where I was growing up, we used to call them "piquants" (spikies) and they stuck to our clothes and were, well, spiky and itchy. When I was 12 or 13, a friend of mine once threw a couple down the back of my shirt as a joke, it spoiled our friendship for weeks. I guess these thistles triggered all these memories.
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