"Looking for flowers again?" he asked dryly.
Tucked into the braids were delicate flowers that circled her head like a golden crown.
Its cool year-round creek and rolling hills dotted with wild flowers filled her dreams at night - beckoned.
The creek where the whippoorwills nested, the rolling hills of wild flowers, and the soothing sound of meadow larks - they were all the sights and sounds of a happy childhood.
Gradually winter released its grip and flowers erupted from the ground in celebration of spring.
Down in the lower pastures there are already some flowers in bloom.
Howie's total conversational contributions, if not discussing his flowers, were hovering entreaties if everyone had enough to eat or drink.
Until the attack was defended and defeated, Christmas mornings, autumn leaves, spring flowers and summer picnics were no more than passing dreams.
She'd kept the flowers around Jonny's bed as fresh as the day they arrived last week.
She knelt beside her father's grave to place flowers, then rose and turned.
The wild flowers are spectacular in Yankee Boy Basin and with this weather, we'll have the place to ourselves.
It was clear he had no intention of crushing the wild flowers for the final leg of the trip, although he didn't comment on the Deans having done so earlier.
She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.
Deidre paced through the garden, not really interested in the blooming flowers, statuary or neat rows of hedges.
She took the flowers and put them into a vase.
Taking pity on the sad flowers, she bought a bunch before continuing on her journey home.
"Don't worry, flowers," she murmured as she entered the elevator.
Evelyn handled it all with cheerfulness while Kiera stressed over the shade of flowers clashing with the décor, and the cake containing nuts, which Romas was allergic to.
She talks forward of the spring; seeing the flowers and the young people riding on these new wheels called bicycles, but I think to myself she'll not last the winter.
Still, it sure would be nice to have someone open doors, send flowers, and compliment her on a nice dress or a job well done.
A slow waltz began playing and she closed her eyes, imagining the bright sunlight and flowers bursting from swollen buds.
There was no humidity, an ideal temperature and enough of a breeze to perfume the air with the zillion flowers recently wakened after a tough winter or perhaps just planted to welcome the approaching summer season.
If he were in a grave—in a cemetery somewhere—I could go there and put flowers on it.
Carmen had chosen the colors pastel violet and light gray, with the theme being hearts and the flowers being forget-me-nots.
Matching flowers spilled gracefully down the smooth cake.
In his hand was a bouquet of wild flowers, which he promptly threw to the side when he saw her on the floor.
For some reason, the flowers under that tree made her feel uneasy.
The sun peered over the ocean to the north while blooming apple trees sprinkled their flowers into piles in a cool sea breeze.
Damian's wine goblet was never empty during the day, and he always had well-cared-for boots and more fresh flowers in his room than Darian.
He shivered at the taste of night-blooming flowers and the salty ocean on the cool breeze.
Taran stepped into a cavernous bedchamber lit by low burning hearths and scented by the white flowers sitting in each window.
I picked some yellow flowers to go in her hair, but she said they looked better in a vase.
The forest floor was rocky, with occasional yellow flowers and some kind of ground cover with tiny blue flowers.
That's probably true, but it is fun, and you find the most interesting flowers here in the woods.
Dorothy and Zeb now got out of the buggy and walked beside the Prince, so that they might see and examine the flowers and plants better.
Yet we can see and appreciate the beauties of nature, the dainty flowers and trees, the green fields and the clear blue of the sky.
The other is made of artificial flowers, shaped and colored by a skillful artist.
"Look at the flowers carefully," said the queen, "and let us have your answer."
How about flowers that bloom in different colors when they are on top of land mines?
The flowers did not seem to give her pleasure, and she was very quiet while we stayed there.
One cute little fellow stole her hair-ribbon, and another tried to snatch the flowers out of her hat.
This was sheer idleness to my fellow-townsmen, no doubt; but if the birds and flowers had tried me by their standard, I should not have been found wanting.
Near the end of May, the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side.
In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles.
The birches with their sticky green leaves were motionless, and lilac-colored flowers and the first blades of green grass were pushing up and lifting last year's leaves.