When I was a child I remember disliking thistles. I’m not sure why, perhaps a scratchy encounter left me scarred. But I enjoy the thistles here, particularly at harvest-time when they line the edges of golden fields like purple bouquets. On close examination they are beautiful. But I still don’t touch them.
5 to remember
cuando yo era un/a niño/a – when I was a child
me acuerdo – I remember
no gustar – to dislike
un cardo – a thistle
un encuentro rasposa – a scratchy encounter
Years ago I saw a field loaded with these purple beauties. I tried to pick a bouquet. One close encounter, one less bouquet.
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I tried once too, never again! SD
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