The Bloody Thistle Story

(and they smell so good...)

Chris picked these nice daffodils yesterday for Easter. They grow in the 'wild' out here, so he didn't get arrested. Yes, that was so nice of him. The side of the road stunt, jump out of the car and gather as many as you can in 2 minutes plan reminds me of the 'bloody thistles' stunt a few months ago. Can you expand on that please?

Well sure, so the story goes... I wanted some thistles, like my mom used to have as decoration, so Chris and I were on a Sunday drive a few months ago now when I started spotting them in the distance and along a large gorge. Chris said he would pull over at the next lay-by and snatch me some. We were driving along on a major carriageway probably at speeds exceeding 70mph. So we get to the next lay-by and I spot some down a small muddy slope and right before the frozen river (gorge). I warned Chris, "please be careful not to fall into the frozen lake". And the next step he took caused him to slip onto his bum. Luckily he was not cursing, because I was laughing so hard. He got up, and still in pursuit of these prize thistles that I wanted so bad, took another spill. By that time he was pretty muddy and no thistles. He yelled back, "this is all for these bloody thistles". Bloody is another term for damn and the British use it a lot. I was really scared for him on his second stumble down the hill that he would fall into the frozen lake. A little mud now that can be cleaned, but drowning how would I explain that to his Dad. Thistles and other overgrowth in the area were prickly, so by that time very muddy Chris was gathering these thistles and his clothes kept getting snagged. He was in pretty good spirits by then and actually was laughing about it afterwards. I guess that goes to really show me that Chris would go to adverse and risky circumstances just for me and my pursuit of the 'bloody thistles'.

Just reminiscing about this story last night I laughed so hard I nearly split my britches.