It started with Crocus and Jonquils and then the fruit trees as the weather grew warmer.
Something blue in the shadow of the trees caught her attention.
When she opened them, they stood outside a stone façade of a compound built into the side of a mountain and surrounded by evergreen trees whose branches were heavy with snow.
Only low brush could grow in so small a space... no trees to prevent a vehicle from plunging into the forested mountain ranges below and beyond.
The tall trees were draped in a white robe that had drifted to the earth, not snarled their way downward like the wind driven Eastern storms where snow was a dirty word, not the magical hush that mother nature bestowed on the mountains of the west.
Heading up the walk to the mansion, he stopped for a moment to take in the trees that were just beginning to change color.
It was beautiful in winter, but it would be much more so when the trees gained color.
It was all laid out into lovely lawns and gardens, with pebble paths leading through them and groves of beautiful and stately trees dotting the landscape here and there.
A breeze swept over the tops of the trees to make them sway but didn't reach the still air of the forest floor.
There were no trees for shade, and Iliana.s labored breathing worried her.
"Shipton!" he continued to yell as he paid out more of the line, moving down the short but near-vertical slope of snow-covered rock, his eyes fixed above on the receding bank of trees and safety.
The rays of the sun fell upon the trees, so that the twigs sparkled like diamonds and dropped in showers when we touched them.
Dean stopped his Jeep beneath the trees and watched.
The wild dog ran a few steps toward the trees and then stopped, his head low as he watched her.
At intervals the trees lost their icy covering, and the bulrushes and underbrush were bare; but the lake lay frozen and hard beneath the sun.
When she decided Yancey wasn't around, she started down the path, keeping close to the trees without breaking her promise not to wander in the woods.
Water was dripping from the trees, and the grass was wet.
It's straight from the trees; not like that watered down grocery store junk.
Deidre gazed at the strange human forest, whose trees weren't alive like those of her underworld.
Now he rode beside Ilyin under the birch trees, occasionally plucking leaves from a branch that met his hand, sometimes touching his horse's side with his foot, or, without turning round, handing a pipe he had finished to an hussar riding behind him, with as calm and careless an air as though he were merely out for a ride.
Ahead was nothing but a narrow dirt road lined with mature Oak trees and brush.
Seconds later it crashed into the trees below.
It was hard to tell, but there were no trees ahead, so it must be the clearing.
Peeking through the trees were some gray rocks – maybe a bluff.
As she reached the tree, a large black furry form crashed into the trees ahead of her.
Keene was once called The Elm City before Dutch elm disease destroyed the massive trees that surrounded the grassy area at the head of the square.
New, disease resistant trees are bringing back the splendor of what has been called one of the prettiest towns in New England.
The road darkened as he entered the trees and he turned on his headlamps, trying to avoid the rocks and boulders that littered the roadway.
It was still light enough to see across the gorge when an opening in the trees allowed, but the long swing to the far end of valley was away from the direction the vehicle had driven and blocked from sight by the curve of the canyon.
The trees were dripping.
By the time they reached the spot, the deer had vanished in the trees.
Earlier, I've walked the perimeter of the property and noted multiple places of easy access, via trees, with low hanging limbs.
They crossed Canyon Creek and the site of an avalanche a few years earlier, now evidenced by the rubble of broken, twisted trees and displaced earth.
The road remained in the trees and it seemed like hours before he was once again in the open and able to see the valley before him.
Deidre's eyes were caught by the gardens but drifted to the pine trees beyond the walls.
She touched a branch gingerly, uncertain if the trees here were sensitive to touch or not.
"These are the laziest trees in any of the worlds," she complained, not caring what the tree thought of her.
He never expected to see the blue sky again or the trees around the fortress, let alone sip sweet tea and nibble on berry scones.
When you come to the underworld, tell the trees to take you to me.
The Dogwood trees were in full bloom, their aromatic blossoms creating white blotches on the hills.
Her gaze went to the pine trees with suspicion.
The forest was cold, the rustle of pine trees against one another faint.
Trees whipped her body, but she drove herself forward.
They ran through the forest toward the cliff, then ducked deeper into the forest before the trees gave way at the cliff.
Gabriel was at his place in the underworld, a small cottage tucked into Death.s realm, in the Everdark forest of Immortal trees whose hissing, fanlike leaves and snake-like branches moved to catch the quiet wind.
The windows were open and the sky beyond the trees dark.
He gazed out at the trees remembering Mount Greylock, how mesmerized Elisabeth seemed by the view and how connected he felt to her then.
Nearly all the leaves had fallen off the trees except for the huge scarlet oak in the back yard.
Josh vaulted the fence and raced up the hill, only to stop in surprise as Alex emerged from the trees riding a horse colored enough like Ed to be his twin.
And when he came out of those trees without you...
And when I came out of those trees, I thought the worst too... when I saw you and Josh together.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
The ground was sawdust and the pebbles scattered around were hard knots from trees, worn smooth in course of time.
Wooden birds fluttered among the trees and wooden cows were browsing upon the wooden grass; but the most amazing things of all were the wooden people--the creatures known as Gargoyles.
Often, when he was a little lad, he took long walks among the trees with his mother.
At Christmas time he scattered crumbs of bread under the trees, so that the tiny creatures could feast and be happy.
One day as he was walking among the trees the birds saw him and flew down to greet him.
He gives you the trees in which to build your nests.
There were groves of trees near the shore, and high hills beyond them.
The men heard it as it whistled through the trees and rattled the doors of the abbey.
In it there are numberless trees and flowers and rivers and waterfalls, and other things to make the heart glad.
An energy crop could be a permanent forest of trees that convert sunlight to liquid fuel and deliver the fuel directly through their roots to a network of underground pipelines.
Over the CCC's nine-year life, its workers planted nearly three billion trees, built eight hundred parks, and constructed roads in remote areas.
Here were great oaks and splendid evergreens with trunks like mossy pillars, from the branches of which hung garlands of ivy and mistletoe, and persimmon trees, the odour of which pervaded every nook and corner of the wood--an illusive, fragrant something that made the heart glad.
I could also feel the stamping of the horses, which they had ridden out from town and hitched under the trees, where they stood all night, neighing loudly, impatient to be off.
I recall my surprise on discovering that a mysterious hand had stripped the trees and bushes, leaving only here and there a wrinkled leaf.
The birds had flown, and their empty nests in the bare trees were filled with snow.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
All the roads were hidden, not a single landmark was visible, only a waste of snow with trees rising out of it.
The rafters creaked and strained, and the branches of the trees surrounding the house rattled and beat against the windows, as the winds rioted up and down the country.
Only such a one can appreciate the eagerness with which I talked to my toys, to stones, trees, birds and dumb animals, or the delight I felt when at my call Mildred ran to me or my dogs obeyed my commands.
The warm sun shone on the pine trees and drew out all their fragrance.
Whether it comes from the trees which have been heated by the sun, or from the water, I can never discover.
Then would their children grow stately as noble trees, and their thoughts sweet and pure as wayside flowers.
We played games and ate dinner under the trees, and we found ferns and wild flowers.
Many very handsome houses and large soft green lawns around them and trees and bright flowers and fountains.
Many years ago, before people came to live on the earth, great trees and tall grasses and huge ferns and all the beautiful flowers cover the earth.
When the leaves and the trees fell, the water and the soil covered them; and then more trees grew and fell also, and were buried under water and soil.
Not far from the mill there was an old house, with many trees growing close to it.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
Even the trees seem citified and self-conscious.
Do you know, I cannot help feeling sorry for these trees with all their fashionable airs?
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
She wanted to know if men were shooting in the sky when she felt the thunder, and if the trees and flowers drank all the rain.
Robert and I will run and jump and hop and dance and swing and talk about birds and flowers and trees and grass and Jumbo and Pearl will go with us.
She would say, when speaking of the growth of a plant, "Mother Nature sends the sunshine and the rain to make the trees and the grass and the flowers grow."
She is the mother of everything; the flowers and trees and winds.
I love the beautiful spring, because the budding trees and the blossoming flowers and the tender green leaves fill my heart with joy.
But his most wonderful work is the painting of the trees, which look, after his task is done, as if they were covered with the brightest layers of gold and rubies; and are beautiful enough to comfort us for the flight of summer.
Then looking more closely at the trees around, they saw that the treasure was all melting away, and that much of it was already spread over the leaves of the oak trees and maples, which were shining with their gorgeous dress of gold and bronze, crimson and emerald.
And when he came to the nut trees, and saw the shells left by the idle fairies and all the traces of their frolic, he knew exactly how they had acted, and that they had disobeyed him by playing and loitering on their way through the woods.
Their pleasure charmed away King Frost's anger, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees, and at last he said to himself, My treasures are not wasted if they make little children happy.
Then they began to wander merrily about searching for nuts, climbing trees, peeping curiously into the empty birds' nests, and playing hide and seek from behind the trees.
At length every jar and vase was cracked or broken, and the precious stones they contained were melting, too, and running in little streams over the trees and bushes of the forest.
When the children saw the trees all aglow with brilliant colors they clapped their hands and shouted for joy, and immediately began to pick great bunches to take home.
When all outside is cold and white, when the little children of the woodland are gone to their nurseries in the warm earth, and the empty nests on the bare trees fill with snow, my window-garden glows and smiles, making summer within while it is winter without.
I was in haste to buy it, before the proprietor finished getting out some rocks, cutting down the hollow apple trees, and grubbing up some young birches which had sprung up in the pasture, or, in short, had made any more of his improvements.
The very dew seemed to hang upon the trees later into the day than usual, as on the sides of mountains.
To walk in a winter morning in a wood where these birds abounded, their native woods, and hear the wild cockerels crow on the trees, clear and shrill for miles over the resounding earth, drowning the feebler notes of other birds--think of it!
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
Sometimes I saw him at his work in the woods, felling trees, and he would greet me with a laugh of inexpressible satisfaction, and a salutation in Canadian French, though he spoke English as well.
Looking around he would exclaim "By George!"
By this fluctuation the pond asserts its title to a shore, and thus the shore is shorn, and the trees cannot hold it by right of possession.
The trees have ample room to expand on the water side, and each sends forth its most vigorous branch in that direction.
The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows.
On land only the grass and trees wave, but the water itself is rippled by the wind.
When I first paddled a boat on Walden, it was completely surrounded by thick and lofty pine and oak woods, and in some of its coves grape-vines had run over the trees next the water and formed bowers under which a boat could pass.
They grew also behind my house, and one large tree, which almost overshadowed it, was, when in flower, a bouquet which scented the whole neighborhood, but the squirrels and the jays got most of its fruit; the last coming in flocks early in the morning and picking the nuts out of the burs before they fell, I relinquished these trees to them and visited the more distant woods composed wholly of chestnut.
I had read of the potter's clay and wheel in Scripture, but it had never occurred to me that the pots we use were not such as had come down unbroken from those days, or grown on trees like gourds somewhere, and I was pleased to hear that so fictile an art was ever practiced in my neighborhood.
When the farmers could not get to the woods and swamps with their teams, and were obliged to cut down the shade trees before their houses, and, when the crust was harder, cut off the trees in the swamps, ten feet from the ground, as it appeared the next spring.
They will come regularly every evening to particular trees, where the cunning sportsman lies in wait for them, and the distant orchards next the woods suffer thus not a little.
These trees were alive and apparently flourishing at midsummer, and many of them had grown a foot, though completely girdled; but after another winter such were without exception dead.
Sometimes, also, when the ice was covered with shallow puddles, I saw a double shadow of myself, one standing on the head of the other, one on the ice, the other on the trees or hillside.
Early in May, the oaks, hickories, maples, and other trees, just putting out amidst the pine woods around the pond, imparted a brightness like sunshine to the landscape, especially in cloudy days, as if the sun were breaking through mists and shining faintly on the hillsides here and there.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
Bagration called to him from the hill not to go beyond the stream, but Rostov pretended not to hear him and did not stop but rode on and on, continually mistaking bushes for trees and gullies for men and continually discovering his mistakes.
Bushes looked like gigantic trees and level ground like cliffs and slopes.
The coarse evergreen color of the small fir trees scattered here and there among the birches was an unpleasant reminder of winter.
He heard merry girlish cries behind some trees on the right and saw a group of girls running to cross the path of his caleche.
Just before the window was a row of pollard trees, looking black on one side and with a silvery light on the other.
Beneath the trees grew some kind of lush, wet, bushy vegetation with silver-lit leaves and stems here and there.
Farther back beyond the dark trees a roof glittered with dew, to the right was a leafy tree with brilliantly white trunk and branches, and above it shone the moon, nearly at its full, in a pale, almost starless, spring sky.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
Halfway lay some snow-covered piles of firewood and across and along them a network of shadows from the bare old lime trees fell on the snow and on the path.
Boris sketched two trees in the album and wrote: "Rustic trees, your dark branches shed gloom and melancholy upon me."
The floor of the stage consisted of smooth boards, at the sides was some painted cardboard representing trees, and at the back was a cloth stretched over boards.
Rostov riding in front gave the order "Forward!" and the hussars, with clanking sabers and subdued talk, their horses' hoofs splashing in the mud, defiled in fours and moved along the broad road planted with birch trees on each side, following the infantry and a battery that had gone on in front.
Prince Andrew rode up to the hothouse; some of the glass panes were broken, and of the trees in tubs some were overturned and others dried up.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
She ran out sobbing into the garden and as far as the pond, along the avenues of young lime trees Prince Andrew had planted.
Toward midnight the voices began to subside, a cock crowed, the full moon began to show from behind the lime trees, a fresh white dewy mist began to rise, and stillness reigned over the village and the house.
Some crows, scenting blood, flew among the birch trees cawing impatiently.
He ascended an incline, stopped, looked about him, and advanced to where the screen of trees was less dense.
Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps.
It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.
With a solemn triumphal march there mingled a song, the drip from the trees, and the hissing of the saber, "Ozheg-zheg-zheg..." and again the horses jostled one another and neighed, not disturbing the choir but joining in it.
The infantry of the detachment passed along the road and quickly disappeared amid the trees in the mist of early dawn, hundreds of feet splashing through the mud.
A huge campfire was blazing brightly in the midst of the snow, lighting up the branches of trees heavy with hoarfrost.
The grass had been mown short for about five feet on either side of the narrow drive, and a tangle of underbrush and trees lay beyond... freedom, or a barrier?
She searched around for a landmark that could be seen over the trees, but nothing was tall enough.
Massive maple trees shaded back and front.
The road paralleled the river to their right and far below, which was most often hidden by the pine trees that blanketed the slope.
She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.
Coming out of the trees was the mother bear, and behind her, the two cubs.
The branches of the trees slithered overhead while brush and bramble scampered out of his way.
I'm used to the trees putting me to sleep at night.
The exercise felt good, and he ran and leapt and clambered up trees until he was panting.
Large shade trees and bamboo cabanas provided seating and protection from the sun.
The Immortals were grouped beneath the trees, and none of them appeared the worse for wear from their escape.
As he came out of the trees and crossed the bridge, he passed the sheriff 's car and emergency vehicles, their bubble gum lights still turning red or blue in the thickening snow.
The trail swerved only to avoid trees, and it was soon evident where the goat was headed.
The forms were getting braver, darting out from the trees and then retreating when she flashed the light in that direction.
He looked eagerly around, but saw only a squirrel frisking among the trees and a rabbit hopping across the road.
A few such trees in the backyard behind your condo, cabin, or yurt would be enough to satisfy your power requirements.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
The large, downy peaches would reach themselves into my hand, and as the joyous breezes flew about the trees the apples tumbled at my feet.
The trees stood motionless and white like figures in a marble frieze.
Teacher and I went to walk in the yard, and I learned about how flowers and trees grow.
The long drive detoured around several large oak trees before it ended in a circle.
We were cowboy and Indian kids, living in an imagination paradise of rocks and trees and dirt, with her leading the way.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.