Thinking of my Dad!

As I recall, I was about 10 years old. My dad was a farmer and so wanted his farm to suceed. We were standing looking out at a field of "Treefoil"[ thats a kind of hay you can grow for cattle feed]. He had had a tough go the last few years and had blown his family savings for the haylage feed of the future.
No one in the area had grown this before and the crop looked teriffic. When in flower as it was now it kind of looks like Canola or Mustard, the flowers are as bright yellow as anything you can imagine. He was so proud. Occaisionally throughout the field there were Bull thistles growing among his precious Treefoil and he announced his displeasure, in the language so typical of him,"goddamn weeds"
I asked him just why they bothered him so much and he said, if we don't cut them out this year there will be 10 times as many next year. I thought they looked kind of cool standing there 2 to3 feet above the Treefoil, with there heads so big and I told him so. He said, do you see the fluff right at the top, kinda looks like goose down? I sure did, well that's the seeds and there is a million of them, he says, and if we ever get successful enough at this farming and we can buy another farm I want to call them "Thistledown Farms" cause thats what grows best in this damn hard ground.
"Incedentially the Treefoil turned out so good that he harvested seed from it and made a killin"