Tree get-together

Usage examples of grove.

I arrived at the address on Grove Street, just a few blocks from the station, Adler stood out front beneath the streetlight, listening to an elderly woman with her hair in rollers, who wore a shapeless shift of floral polyester and rubber thong sandals in Day-Glo pink.

From the far side of the birch grove two horsemen appeared agallop, the one atop a bay, the other riding a garnet-hued animal.

When Alima had left, Nadon went to his grove to see if he could save the wounded Bafforr, but the pale blue sheen of its glasslike trunk was already turning black in death.

That had been their signal, summer nights, when they sneaked out to meet in the willow grove down on the banks of the Amia, when everybody else was sleeping.

That had been their signal, summer nights, when they sneaked out to meet in the willow grove, down on the banks of the Amia, when everybody else was sleeping.

He wanted to show her the house he was building on Anguilla, toohis first house, one that was being built amid a grove of palm trees on a gorgeous stretch of pristine beach with a breathtaking view of the water.

Most of all, groves of wild crab apples draped the lower hills like oases among the granite cliffs.

It stood there in its grandeur on the mountain cliff, And mirrored in the ocean wave its lofty brow, While round about it, like a zone of beauteous flowers, Far stretched the dale of Balder with its sighing groves.

Raum hesitated a little, then began by explaining the significance of the groves to the Avar people and how those Avar children who had the potential to become Banes had to be presented and bonded to the Mother.

Normally the Banes are the only members of the Avar race who know the paths in order to find the Grove.

They were no longer on the mountaintop, but in a cathedral-like grove of large old basswood trees.

A few low domes protruded through the greenery, and a stubby blocklike building rose from a grove of trees in the distance.

He plunged through a thick grove of tall lichenspowder-rot branches snapped behind him in pink snowbursts of color.

Nevertheless I did not intend to pose that steep challenge to the Maxwell today, and drove steadily if bumpily toward the Pacific Grove gate to the Seventeen Mile Drive.

Picking his trail from several that fanned out from the bottom of the rocky chute, he made his way out of the rocks and aspen groves onto rolling hills covered with thin, coarse, high-altitude bunchgrasses, then into a broad, shallow bowl that looked like the mouth of an ancient volcano.