I remember trying to transplant fire pinks once, and of course the effort failed. Wildflowers are best left in the wild, I learned, and I am fortunate to live in a place where they thrive quite well with little intervention by humans.
On the ridge road, the wild roses are in bloom. This little patch is very near my driveway. Again, these seem to like poor soil, particularly dry, rocky soil like that along the wooded portion of the ridge road.
Such a lovely, simple little flower, the five petaled blooms are also quite fragrant. Some will bear hips in late summer; I harvest these (if I can get them before the birds do) for use in herbal tea mixtures as a good source of vitamin C. I think they add a nice zing to the tea, too. This is a Pasture (or Carolina) Rose; it is very similar to the Virginia Rose, but there a few slight differences, most notably in the thorns.