I also managed to get one stuck on the back of my pants ---and then sat on it in the truck. I sure didn't sit for long! These are not the sandspurs I grew up with. I am not sure what they are, but I know they pack a powerful, poky punch.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Thorn in My Side---Rather, My Backside!
When school let out for the summer, I went south to see my dad and brother. We went for a ride through their citrus groves. Each tire collected thorns as we went. All of the tan material you see on this tire is thorns.
I also managed to get one stuck on the back of my pants ---and then sat on it in the truck. I sure didn't sit for long! These are not the sandspurs I grew up with. I am not sure what they are, but I know they pack a powerful, poky punch.
I also managed to get one stuck on the back of my pants ---and then sat on it in the truck. I sure didn't sit for long! These are not the sandspurs I grew up with. I am not sure what they are, but I know they pack a powerful, poky punch.
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Those drive me nuts. And they hurt! Grandma has them at her house, but we don't have them here. They're just awful things, I don't know what they're called either? Goats heads?
I am pretty sure they weren't around in central Florida when I was a kid.
Goats heads? Well, that will work for me. It butted my butt, for sure!
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