1 It was the high season for summer flowers.
2 We have this flower very much at home, in the old country.
3 'It makes me homesick, Jimmy, this flower, this smell,' she said softly.
4 He picked up dried flowers with his toes and brandished them in the belt of sunlight.
5 Those hardy flowers had run away from the laundryman's garden, and the grass in the middle of the lot was pink with them.
6 On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident.
7 Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket.
8 I could hear the bees humming and singing, but they stayed up in the sun above the flowers and did not come down into the shadow of the leaves.
9 I bought the flowers from an old German woman who always had more window plants than anyone else, and spent an afternoon trimming a little workbasket.
10 Occasionally one of the horses would tear off with his teeth a plant full of blossoms, and walk along munching it, the flowers nodding in time to his bites as he ate down toward them.
11 Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper colour then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open.
12 Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena's soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naivete.
13 I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns, the birds flying low over the flowering marsh grasses, the changing lights on the silver, cloud-hung mountains.