Unlike two of my cousins, i remain grounded Remove my first letter and i'm perfect for gardening i'm related to a famous corsair

I'm small and blue, or pink, white or purple too. I want you to remember me so please, follow my name's cue. My second name however, is not so benign. Scorpion grass they call me despite my petals so fine.

I am a berry though not the sort you pick in a bowl,I wear a yellow coat that freckles like old scroll. I hang in hands but never learn to clap, and every single one of my small teeth is dead a ghostly map. What am i?

I come in four but also in one hundred and eighteen. When you're not in it, you may feel uneasy. Men have to seek shelter from them.

I am swift. I am fast Even nuclear, I can outlast I'm on the floor, I'm on the wall I can make your skin crawl