I have a little story to share with you all. Once upon a time I was gathering props for a fashion photo shoot in Manhattan and purchased a bunch of dried thistle balls in a lovely shade of purple. I was totally enamoured by these thistle balls and the photos which included them were gorgeous. Fast forward to late June a few years later when I found myself on a bus in Israel heading to the North of the country to the very city I now call home. I looked out the window and was stunned to see the hills covered with the very same purple thistle balls I had purchased in Manhattan! Little purple balls dancing amongst the dry, golden hills, a truly amazing sight.
Every year I think about trying to harvest some of these little purple balls to fill some vases, and to attempt drying them, but it's just a bit on the dangerous side due to all those prickles. Maybe this year I'll be brave enough to capture some memories?
