It's also a very healing plant, in addition to its splendor. I wonder why it feels a need to self-protect with all of those spikes. What is hidden within that it's safekeeping from harm?
Good, nobody has plugged my favorite yet. As the Wrong Planet's resident member of Scottish royalty, I am pleased and honoured to mention that my favorite flower is the hearty, beautiful, and mildly dangerous thistle.
This is the national flower of Scotland.
As an engineer, I admire this flower on many levels. It's spines are sharper than needles, and provide a most formidable defense. And thistle seeds float in the air, belying an understanding of atmospheric fluid dynamics one might never stop to recognize in a humble plant.
There are wild thistles in western WA, where I live. Throughout the spring and summer, I am fond of keeping a vase of fresh thistles on my study table; when they bloom to seed, I set the vase outside, and the winds carry the seeds off to wherever they are to go. (Once I neglected to do this, and the thistles seeded in my study; I was still finding stray seeds here and there a month later.)
Good fortune,
- Icarus remembers the Order of the Thistle...