Here is my personal description of the flowers in the Valley. Please be ensured that it could be totally biased and judgemental

Gualtheria is a blue fruit! One that is a perfect candidate to be cast in the role of a poisonous apple if it was larger than a peanut. Crush it to get the lovely smell of eucalyptus. Just don't eat it as its almost like drinking eucalyptus. Bleakhhhhhhh.

The lovely bell flowers are always accompanied by my personal favorite...Codonopsis....It gave me quite a delight searching for it among the bells, reminding me of a shy dependent guy hiding among the forthright violets...ok...let not my homosexual curiosities come out it my botany text content.

Brutally put, seeing the Valley of Flowers without her stunning Primulas, is like seeing a Queen in her ordinary clothes instead of her evening gown. But I am almost tempted to say that seeing the Himalayan blue poppy, rightly called the Himalayan queen almost made up for that, but let me not fall into temptations. So with great difficulty, we climbed down dangerous rocks to photograph the camera shy queen...only to find her majesty's bounty spread across the Hemkund slopes later. But I can only tell those that blame me for my lack of good sense that it was worth getting down there, gently sprinkling water on the queen, then photographing her, then photographing us taking a photograph of her, then making Prani stand below for a photo in which he was not there anyway...now that's the stuff life's made out of, honey, not a holy slope covered with all the poppies that you ever wanted, for heaven's sake.

The Cobra lily that was lurking in the valley during our visit could hardly be classified as threatening. It was with great difficulty that we twisted its neck, and turned it to the camera, to make it look like a menacing hood.

Now the Brahmakamals are definitely a flower variety, whose size and shape are quite sufficient to command the godly respect that we Indians are so ready to extend to anything that can evoke the slightest form of fear. This flower is one that boasts of day long festivals in temples that I wouldn't be surprised if they were dedicated to her alone.

The Saussureas are nothing but horrible looking ugly creatures (which are also prayed to unfortunately). But I guess we should appreciate the fact that we Indians can pray to such horrible looking Gods like these and not just handsome looking gods like our western friends. Anyway, these definitely looked like a flower that my dear sister would have happily painted and displayed as an art piece even without taking the effort of drying it.