Hard to mistake are the various types of thistles that grow even in tightly mowed lawns. They are a favorite of gold finches for the nesting material and seeds. In the olden days of trying to maintain good hay fields and cow pasture, thistles were despised. The weed commissioner might see them in your pasture and stop by and tell you to cut them before they went to seed. Did you know that rural townships appointed a weed commissioner? The job was to remind everyone to cut the weeds in their pastures, fields, and roadside ditches to keep agriculture thriving. An oats field yellow with mustard or yellow rocket was a sign of a poor farmer as was the barnyard thistle patch and the straggling milkweeds in the cow pasture. Many weeds thrived even with heavy pasturing as they had their own defenses of bitter taste, thorns or actual poisons. Nowadays with herbicides like Roundup that kill everything except what is "Roundup ready" the days of taking the scythe to the barnyard and slaughtering weeds is a memory only for we older folks. Great Uncle George told us about his memory of his Grandpa, Olaus Hansson, the Swede. "I had to go tell Grandpa to come in for dinner. I was just a little shaver, 4 or 5 years old, and Grandpa was out clearing a thistle patch with the scythe. I hollered to him, but he just kept moving deeper into the patch making me come in after him. Grandpa was just plain ornery." It could be that Grandpa was just hard of hearing too! |