Gorgeous Aquilegia canadensis, or Wild Columbine, nods in the breeze and rings like bells (if you have synesthesia) alongside the road to our house.
I don’t recommend this. The taste was sweet, but I my heart sped up and I felt rather anxious, regretting what I had done. Though whether that was from the cyanogenic glycosides that Wikipedia tells me it contains, or was psychosomatic, I do not know. Either way, I didn’t gain any extra insights into Columbine, but did gain an appreciation of how very easy it would be to accidentally poison myself in my endless curiosity about the plant-beings. Which is a reasonably good lesson in itself, yes.