My favourite of all wild flowers is wild garlic, unmistakable and such a verdant green that it just screams "Woods" to me, I love it
In irish folklore wild garlic was a metaphore for bitterness with an old Donegal saying " As bitter as wild garlic", however some of the old ones would nail cloves of wild garlic to the lintel post to ward off the dark one and his coven of witches.
It is also mentioned in the legend Sweeny astray as one of the foods the old County Antrim king depended on for survival when he ran off to live in the wild. It has always been an important food for the Irish who also believed in it's curative powers over coughs, colds, infections , toothache and as a blood cleanser. No wonder it's so highly thought of.