Thistles Have to Go

Last year I admired the lovely pinkish purple thistles blooming in the field I just left them alone. Not very smart. The flowers turned into seeds which floated over the pasture and planted themselves everywhere. Now I have hundreds of prickly plants which the goats won't eat and I have to dig out. I won't use poison and don't want dead plants dotting the hill anyway. Digging them out is the only option as far as I'm concerned. Mia helped me until she had to go. What a wonderful, sweet, helpful girl I have. I adored every minute she was here. She could have been lying on the beach at the Jersey Shore but she came home to the farm to help her mommy.