With unstoppable vigour, thickets of thistles three-foot-high were advancing over our land, engulfing acre after acre like the Day Of The Triffids. Every day, as my husband Charlie and I walked over what had once been arable fields on our family farm, we could barely believe what we were seeing. Known as the “cursed thistle”…

via How to Return a Farm to the Wild—And Maybe Save the Planet — TIME