Some more ID's please

My 5p's worth...

1. Rosa sp.
2. Geranium robertiaum. Common name Herb Robert. Ugh! Smells disgusting.
3. Euonymus sp.
4. Centaurea montana.
5. Berberis sp....leaves looks like Berberis Darwinii.

https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=berberis darwinii leaf&es_sm=93&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=EwNiU5uSH8O7O8O6gOAF&ved=0CAYQ_AUoAQ&biw=1920&bih=967

6. Oxalis articulata. Pink sorrel.

https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=Oxalis articulata&es_sm=93&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=tQNiU4ayN6Sa1AXBo4DABg&ved=0CAgQ_AUoAQ&biw=1920&bih=967

 

Technically, gorse has no thorns. The nasty needles are actually its leaves, much like a cactus, especially adapted to make the most of available water, and to fend off anything that might try to eat it.

<Amusing anecdote alert>
My mate, who is definitely not a countryside lad, came up to my land to help out once. It was one mishap after another, involving, among other things, snagging his gonads on some barbed wire, and three separate incidents involving gorse. Walking past some, he suddenly pauses and says "oh those flowers are beautiful", and promptly gets hold to pull the closer to have a sniff. There was an impressive scream. Later we had a bonfire of gorse that I'd cut down previously, that had been left to dry a bit. Some was still green, some was well dry, nice and yellow. The bonfire was raging when he picked up a massive piece of very dry stuff, slung it on the bonfire, then casually turned ready to go and collect another bit. I saw what he did, and just bellowed "Leo, duck". Lucky for him he'd done national service in his homeland, so presumably something drilled into him meant that if someone yelled to duck, you do so immediately. He was just in time. When flames get hold of dry gorse, it may as well be a gallon of petrol. He hit the deck just as a fireball swept out to where he was, going right over the top of him (because he'd made himself nice and flat, one with the land ). All the work done, we found a nice clear spot to stop and eat our sarnies. He chose a spot that had had a gorse bush on it before we'd cleared it. He put his hand down to lower himself to the floor, squealed, whipped his hand up, squealed again, and leapt back to his feet. Both hands and his butt were full of gorse needles. Poor lad.

 

Clueless, this island's covered in it! Yes, you're right the thorns are absolutely lethal and I know the pain they create!

 

It says in one of my books that you should kiss somebody in every month that gorse has flowers on it. That's because in every month of the year, gorse somewhere has flowers on it.

 

Pulls instantly out with no effort and has an intriguingly herbal aroma! It's a yes from me.