What is "ankle-deep"

Usage examples of "ankle-deep".

He was ankle-deep in marsh and the ground was already spiked with grass blades, bright green in the setting sun, when Don came hurtling in.

White baneberry blossoms leaned close and the woods were carpeted ankle-deep in bluebead lilies.

It was slippery walking, the mud was ankle-deep and the ruts filled with rainwater.

The ground was covered with a ruddy-gray carpet of fallen foliage, scalelike and ankle-deep.

The combatants of the Bourg-Labbe barricades are ankle-deep in mud on account of the rain.

Pushing apart their intertwined branches, the smell damp crimson and orange-gold leaves thick in his nostrils he splashed through a trickle of ankle-deep water and ran along the course to throw the dogs off his scent.

The mimic royalty on the stage, with their soaked satins clinging to their bodies, slopped about ankle-deep in water, warbling their sweetest and best, the fiddlers under the eaves of the state sawed away for dear life, with the cold overflow spouting down the backs of their necks, and the dry and happy King sat in his lofty box and wore his gloves to ribbons applauding.

People coughed, yawned, and got on or off the car, crunching down the aisle through the ankle-deep straw that was supposed to keep your feet warm and didn't.

The men floundered ankle-deep in pits of sable sand, or climbed laboriously over damlike barricades of rusty boulders, huge as piled menhirs.

In beautiful wooded country they drudged by day in ankle-deep mud, and amused themselves as they could by night in rude huts and trailers, asking no questions.

The blood flowed ankle-deep in the streets of many of Europe's great cities momentarily, as the race traitors, the offspring of generations of dysgenic breeding, and hordes of Gastarbeiter met a common fate.

I typed a thank you message onto the list and made a back-up copy of the new work onto a clean unused floppy, though I suspected the office would be ankle-deep in back-ups from now on.

Long after they were dead, the spell continued its relentless work, until the cobbles were ankle-deep in charred dust.

The cobbles were ankle-deep in bones, some charred, others red and raw with bits of tendon and flesh still clinging to them.

The soupy mud was ankle-deep, churned by the hooves of hundreds of horses and the feet of brightly dressed men of trade, who bawled and shouted and haggled with each other, ignoring the mud and rain.