Plants and animals are also a language, even in our reduced, domesticated English, where children grow like weeds or come out smelling like roses, the market made up of bulls and bears, politics of hawks and doves. Like cards, flora and fauna could be read again and again, not only alone but in combination, in the endlessly shifting combinations of a nature that tells its own stories and colors ours, a nature we are losing without knowing even the extent of that loss.
—Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Parents want to grow their daughters like daisies: beautiful, pinkish, fragile-looking but hopefully not fragile.
My favorite flower is cogon. It rides the wind, elegant, flimsy-looking, wild.