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TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Fenwick, sitting down to
panchitos, blacks,
Meadowlark Lemon is one very clever man, unique and truly one of a kind.
bird's nest of curly salt-and-pepper
piece of Turkey carpet
I'm a Canada walnut ... WHAT?!
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
Liberty. "HALT!" HIRAM GREEN IN GOTHAM. The venerable "Lait Gustise
I could eat black walnut all the time, it's not a flavor of the week!
A solitary maple on a woodside flames in single scarlet, recalls nothing so much as the daughter of a noble house dressed for a fancy ball, with the whole family gathered around to admire her before she goes.
SPRING COMES INTO Massachusetts with her famous flame. God's breath warming the winter out of things
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
I particularly like Hershey's chocolate, the kind which has almonds in it.
BRANDY, n. A cordial composed on one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the-grave and four parts clarified Satan.
This is cherries, too. (looking again) I declare I believe that's the only one.
Dominic Chocolate!!!
Book. Candle. Nico.
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
Part 1- In search of Hot Chocolate-Chip Cookies
Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people ... Fennel ... smelling of changes to come.
My curiosity sister of larks.
Anne of Windy Poplars
Apple Tree Inn, the nightly gathering place of all Winslow residents, and in many ways the core of the town's happiness, always had a warm fire crackling on the hearth and was known for its good cider and company.
gin daisy, which
the silver pepper of the stars.
Sinatra was somebody special.
Red Delicious apples, whose misleading name is a travesty.
Delicious Pumpkin Loaf
out of each pain which we dont mention
a chestnut tree grows up and remains mysterious behind us
out of each hope which we cherish astar arises
and move unattainable in front of us
Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
What is the answer, Evan? Ms Granger asked.
Giraffe, I wanted to answer. It was on the tip of my tongue. Giraffe.
This was in math class,
Does anyone remember the name of Paul Revere's horse?
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
--spring lamb roasted, with a mint jelly made from Constance's garden mint. Spring potatoes, new peas, a salad, again from Constance's garden. I remember it perfectly, madam. It is still one of my favorite meals.
of tea beside my plate, Phoebe deposited
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
My petal.
Westminster's toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip.
A.
Philip ripped at the wrapper of the plain, inadequately thin Hershey bar. "No almonds."
"I don't care for nuts."
"You proved that when you slammed your foot between the legs of your friend this evening.
Love of Chocolate
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Sweet tea and bourbon?
Maserati. Coco's beloved
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
tree in bloom, a white farmhouse - potted basil in the kitchen
THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE
The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale ...
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.
Hot chocolate in Central Park! What was the Dark Tower compared to that?
I smoke a brown pipe like the breast of a little negress.
Toasted tobacco, no additives,' I said. 'Yum. Tastes like childhood.
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
Reverend Rumsey's voice droned on. "... And Mrs. Livonia Butt's, for her generous donation of awards-winning butter, so ingeniously sculpted into frolicking hams... I'm sorry, that's frolicking lambs...
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
Quite definitely a Bingley
If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
Charantia. Bitter herbs. Bitter.
I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?"
"Stracciatella."
"I'm naming my first daughter after it."
"Lucky her.
In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon ...
A text from Fable and it says one word. Marshmallow
What's another great mystery of Boston?
Your name.
hay gold dusk of late spring,
Seed of a syphilitic she-camel,
Gusty McCabe, tha's m' name and tellin' stories, tha's m' game, If they all ain't true I ain't t' blame, I'll tell 'em all just the same.
What kind of man gives cigarettes to trees
The seeds of a redwood are released from cones that are about the size of olives. The heartwood of the tree is a dark, shimmery red in color, like old claret. The wood has a lemony scent and is extremely resistant to rot.
And as, when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaes a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?
Found a smoldering cigarette left by a horse.
The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.
Turn the lights of please, Ava, she whispered, and I remember her breath hot and rummy on our cheeks. To this day I think of rum as a marine smell; the scent of it on an adult's breath turned the world as small and dark as a boat hold.
Cookie didn't dare light a fire, so we have cold food this evening. (Morgan)
Yum. Hard-boiled wood, my favorite. (Serenity)
Michael, you shall have some syrup of figs.
My love is meatloaf flavored. I just wish my meatloaf was also meatloaf flavored.
Host: What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he
dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he
speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will
carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he
will carry't.
For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.
That was Mahogany!!
Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms, the wet woods flecked with bloodroot, and wild roses and honeysuckle flashing white among the chestnuts on the mountainsides...
you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold. The
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
I eat Fig Newtons by the sleeve!
Parsley is gharsley.
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
Does Chester get to put a corsage on his shovel?
town of Angel Haven lies somewhere in the central United States, its landscape blessed long ago by the Star Witches. A vast forest of majestic trees surrounds the town, creating a natural barricade from the world outside. The trees range from evergreen saplings
What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good?
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
I do not refuse the Blue-Pearmain, I fill my pockets on each side; and as I retrace my steps in the frosty eve, being perhaps four or five miles from home, I eat one first from this side, and then from that, to keep my balance. [17]
Tucker, you tell that girl when I offer to have a brandy with a Yankee, that Yankee better drink.
I gotta go. The gingerbread men are on fire.
In Isaac Murphy: I Dedicate This Ride Frank X Walker helps restore to public memory one of history's greatest jockeys. Isaac Murphy's story has universal significance but it is very much a Kentucky story, of which all Kentuckians should be proud.
His lips tasted of cherry and some unique flavor that could only be described as Trey-licious.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The Philadelphia Story, but
Squirrel! I've told you not to share your cheek nuts with humans. They don't appreciate it as much as other squirrels!