Cirsium vulgare.
Even this non-student of Latin can shudder at this name. Webster defines vulgar as common, lacking in refinement or good taste.
The name fits the plant. All of my life I’ve been avoiding close contact when possible. Yes, the blossom is a pretty purple. And one plant standing alone can be majestic in an artistic sort of way.
Survival is their goal and I’ll give them high marks. You can mow or chop them down and before long they are back. As big and bold as before. They are impossible to grasp with your hand – sturdy leather gloves help – but then you have the taproot to deal with.
I’ll continue my avoidance plan. And with their common name – also one that conjures an unpleasant image.
