May scorched and withered; March was restless, and could be hard and cold in its brightness; but April came along softly like a blessing, and if it were a fine April it was so beautiful that it was impossible not to feel different, not to feel stirred and touched.
They got scorched out by and by, and drearily set about getting breakfast.
The Feuilles d'Or candle, however, is meant to smell like "scorched underbrush that permeates clothes during a walk in the woods," which seems appropriate for the fall.
You can see it from the moon shedding cool light over the scorched land so that it becomes comfortable.
The fire scorched more than 440 square miles of Ventura and Santa Barbara counties and destroyed more than 1,000 structures after breaking out in early December.
Intrigued by the scorched garlic's aroma, he mashed it up with a spoon and mixed it with hot water.
Last week, extreme heat scorched the U.
In another month or two, crops of scorched yellow weeds would blanket the hillside, but that year the spring showers had lasted longer than usual, nudging their way into early summer, and the grass was still green, peppered with tangles of wildflowers.
You're in charge of all the rooms but this one" He's hiding something from me, thought the girl, and resolved to open that door the minute Silver Nose left the house That night, while she was sleeping in her little room, in tiptoed Silver Nose and placed a rose in her hair Then he left just as quietly as he had entered The next morning Silver Nose went out on business Finding herself alone with all her keys, the girl ran and unlocked the forbidden door No sooner had she cracked it than smo
As it was, the Sultan's beard was singed and his face scorched, the chief of the eunuchs was burned to a cinder, while a spark deprived me of the sight of one eye.
She rode some miles further, but the day was warm, the sun scorched her, and she was thirsty once more, and when they came to a stream of water, she again cried to her waiting-maid, dismount, and give me some water in my golden cup, for she had long ago forgotten the girl's ill words.
How peaceful and silent it was as we walked on through the thick, wild thyme, still fragrant, though the sun had scorched the leaves.
