Some articles on flower, flowers:

Hazel Dormouse - Plants of Value To Dormice
... Oaks supply insect and flower food the acorns are of little value ... Honeysuckle bark is their primary nesting material, and flowers and fruit are used for food ... Bramble flowers and fruits provide food over a long period ...
Disa (orchid)
... The flowers grow in racemes or solitary ... The lip is nonresupinate, so the flower appears upside down compared to most orchids ... The flowers consist essentially of the sepals ...
Howellia - Biology
... The plant produces two types of flowers ... Submerged cleistogamous flowers remain closed and self-pollinate, and flowers that bloom above the surface of the water open into white blossoms and may cross with other individuals ...
... Their large, fragrant flowers give them their common name of angel's trumpets, a name sometimes used for the closely related genus Datura ... are woody trees or shrubs, with pendulous, not erect, flowers, that have no spines on their fruit ... Datura species are herbaceous bushes with erect (not pendulous) flowers, and most have spines on their fruit ...
Common Wood Sorrel
... It flowers for a few months during the spring, with small white flowers with pink streaks ... Red or violet flowers also occur rarely ... During the night or when it rains both flowers and leaves contract ...

Famous quotes containing the word flowers:

    Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
    Is a world of sweets and sours;
    Our flowers are merely—flowers,
    And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
    Is the sunshine of ours.
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.
    Jean Genet (1910–1986)

    Unmeasured power, incredible passion, enormous craft: no thought
    apparent but burns darkly
    Smothered with its own smoke in the human brain-vault: no thought
    outside; a certain measure in phenomena:
    The fountains of the boiling stars, the flowers on the foreland, the
    ever-returning roses of dawn.
    Robinson Jeffers (1887–1962)