Here’s a real embarrassment: I am outstandingly bad at identifying flowers. Oh, I recognize a rose, a carnation, or the oddball flora such as the sunflower. And the tulip; you can’t live in Albany, which has an annual festival, without being able to ID a tulip. But beyond that, not so much.
“Oh, that’s a pretty violet flower. What is it?”
This is particularly mortifying because my father worked at a florist shop when I was a child, and for years after that, he would arrange flowers for weddings, debutante balls and other events. He would drag my sister Leslie and me to these gigs, but I still had no absorption of his skills. I WAS useful, though, schlepping stuff from one place to another.
I suppose my favorite may be the lily, mostly because of Easter, and because they remind me of brass instruments.
The first song on the 1994 eponymous album David Byrne is Lilies of the Valley.