Paralus ever lived in affectionate communion with the birds and the flowers.
A bee entered one of the chambers with a prophecy of flowers.
Her mother took the bunch of flowers out of her hand and looked at it.
I think it very doubtful whether the boy lives who does not like flowers.
It was all very well for those two to enjoy her flowers; of course they would.
Then there are those, plenty of them, who really do not know that they care for flowers.
She loves the trees and the grass and the flowers—and everything that's simple and real!
In almost every play he speaks of flowers with affection and delight.
Rico gazed at the flowers, and thought, "If Stineli could only see them!"
When, in crossing the Clos-Marie, he lifted his head, he saw that she was kissing the flowers.