That beautiful blue star is a borage flower. I wanted a borage because bees love them, and my mother grew them. They self-seeded everywhere and the garden was blue and starry for years.
What I didn't remember is how big and savage they are. Over four feet tall, bushy and covered all over by fine, sharp hairs that stab you almost as viciously as the thistle.
There are gentler things in the garden.
The thistle is as ferocious and unapproachable as ever.
Unless you're a bee.
I think this is called 'getting stuck in.'
Woodie making himself comfortable by the pond. He nibbled seed from the grass-head in front of him, took a drink, nibbled a bit more seed, another drink...
Hoping for a few more days of sunshine...