Sentences with phrase «of little trees»

I have a lot of the little trees and I am going to decorate them especially for my dinner guests who have hobbies that will make it a joyful task.

Every year around this time I imagine I can pull off lots of little trees.

I was a particular fan of the little trees growing out of shoes, as if they are legs.

This past week we picked the last of the peaches off of our little trees and so I've been busy coming up with some new recipes to use them all up while they are at their peak of flavor.

I like the idea of the little tree you keep up year long, changing it for the seasons.

Not exact matches

We do a little bit of everything from a gingerbread house contest to Hanukkah cookies to decorating the office tree and bringing in presents for the local Toys for Tots drive.

«I loved to get them a lot of things to put under the tree at Christmas, because it was just so much darn fun to watch them when they were little, opening the gifts and enjoying them,» said Davis, who lives in Mesa, Ariz..

Other gifts include a Christmas tree sent to a couple living in a hotel because their home was destroyed in a tornado, a travel care package sent to a woman with cancer who had to travel across the country every three weeks for treatment, and a package of new toys sent to a little girl whose own were destroyed in a fire.

Perhaps a little too much information here but I do tend to bust my Tony Moly I'm Real Tea Tree Sheet Masks out around that time of the month - y» know when my skin is less than behaving.

«It's the type of damage that you see in neighborhood with exhaust vents ripped off roofs, downed trees, there's some fencing down, a little bit of water intrusion,» Reed said.

Despite more construction underway in Coffey Park, large sections of the Santa Rosa neighborhood remain little more than charred trees and empty lots, as residents face challenges working with their insurance companies.

I once heard a little girl say «mommy told me a tree blew down in last night because of the devil».

Israeli troops also seem to take pleasure in destroying the little crops that are all that some of the Christians have — like olive trees, for instance.

So little is written about end of life moments, the bulk of what I come across seems to be fervently focused on what's important in the here and now to the author without seeing the forest for the trees.

I thought I grew out of the flags and the happy - clappy Jesus - is - my - boyfriend songs, that I was too wise and smart for such sentimental things but in my maturity now I want to shout out hallelujah and fling myself to the ground prostrate, in gratitude for dirt and little boys, for babies and the lines around my eyes, for Johnny Cash and pine trees at dusk, for the taste of cold water and the vineyard, for the piano and the ones from among us who stand to lead us out into the day singing.

In praise of wide open windows and green trees, of rain soaked ground and early bedtimes for everyone, of full bookshelves and white jammies with the little feet for the baby, of smudged glasses sliding down a boy's nose and ringlets and a pixie who can't stop plotting and a baby who takes us all in.

One large tree down, a yard full of limbs and no power was the extent of the damage Hurricane Irma left in our little part of the world.

Hey Mr Scientist try this little feat of your competence, make a tree from a rock.

I thought of how there would be colors in the fall and how the big trees neatly framed the little view of Uncanoonuc I'd always have across the way» a sight a visitor might like.

There Jesus stops his own parade to heal a blind man named Bartimaeus, and curses a poor little fig tree for not bearing fruit out of season.

Judged by the results of her actions, the tree is culpable before the bar of utilitarian judgment because she produced a spoiled little snot.

Though there be critical ones thinking among the topmost branches of civilizations trees of disparagement offerings: the rooted labyrinths of reasoned deducing ways offers little minded goodness to be availed unto the soulless seekers whose only wisdom is found within travesty's demonic exuberances laying ever wastefully towards all graven worded reconciliations that the demonic do behest against many a Holy Believer in and of God's most unrighteous beneficiaries as being an unholy divider in search of disenfranchised souls to devour and chew upon...

But perhaps there is another way, I tell myself, to remove my hesitancy — a way to think about the Christmas tree as part of Advent's «Little Lent.»

One can almost see the stately procession of those oriental women, dignified as queens, in the peace of the oriental evening coming down the slope from the little city, each with her graceful water - jar on her shoulder, while around the tree - sheltered well lie the ten great hulking beasts still saddled with their baggage and gaudy with the beads and trinkets that camel - drivers have always loved.

Evelynn's little hands are holding onto the tray of her stroller and I could drop to my knees in thankfulness for dimples at the base of fingers, for buds on the trees, for the coming of spring, for the first crocus of the season, for friends that live just down that street there, for pine trees and rough hewn fence lines.

It was so beautiful and regular, just a gathering of their friends and family, the many littles running around, swinging on the tree swings, while the adults visited and stood around.

Little sparks catch a dry patch of dry leaves or twigs, then fallen trees and on to old forest growth.

In the face of what looks like the end of the world, the young boy continues to water this tree, even though it has little chance of surviving.

I don't like atheists because they bring pointless law suits against old lady's who work in government buildings that put fake little xmas tree's on their desk or hang up pictures of Santa, or who wear really ugly albeit festive sweaters during the holidays.

A hundred years later, as I celebrated Christmas in Manhattan, the tree decked with blue glass baubles and stretching to the ceiling of our little apartment was the only potent religious symbol Christmas afforded.

The base of each tree displays a little plaque listing the name and country of a Christian who risked his or her life in order to save the lives of Jews.

I'm no power - walker, and running isn't even on my radar these days, I just want to walk, to stop and look for the bald eagle that roosts in the tallest tree, to listen to CBC Morning Edition on my little earbuds, nod hello at all of the senior citizens that are my company at this hour of the day.

Taking a stand on something is fine and dandy, but that theory, (and your little answer tree) is blown clear out of the water if something unknown is thrown into the mix, which question one clearly was, to some people.

1928 editorial from the Wall Street Journal, «What America needs today is not Government controls, industrial expansion, or a bumper corn crop; America needs to return to the day when grandpa took the team out of the field in the early afternoon on Wednesday in order to hitch them to the old spring wagon which grandma put all the children after she washed their faces shining clean; and they drove off to prayer meeting in the little white church at the crossroads underneath the oak trees, where everyone believed the Bible, trusted Christ, and loved one another.»

I do feel, I guess, that somewhere behind all this» — he gestures outward at the scenery; they are passing the housing development this side of the golf course, half - wood half - brick one - and - a-half-stories in little flat bulldozed yards with tricycles and spindly three - year - old trees, the un-grandest landscape in the world — «there's something that wants me to find it» [P. 107].

And I wonder if we don't get a little clue as to what that was in Jesus» strange — downright bizarre — image of a mulberry tree getting planted in the ocean.

People kill for the sake of killing in this world, people chop down trees just for the pleasure of watching them fall, they kill little animals, there are people out there who live to wreak havoc on others, even in the most insignificant wayâ $» whether itâ $ ™ s making someone feel bad or attacking someone where it hurts the most.

Too bad there weren't two trees of knowledge in the Garden of Eden, a big tree and a little tree.

What is this eye but a little ball lodged in the fork of a hollow tree, Bubble of film anointed with tear brine, exuding shine drops, Compact wrought in the shape of an eye of manifold aspects?

I picked up that fab little polished tree stump from TX Maxx of all places for a bargain of just # 7.99 and I think that it is definitely my favourite new prop to play with.

We set up an Easter Egg hunt for the little kids, hiding the colourful chocolates in tree branches and under piles of autumn leaves.

There are always those nice little close - up shots of single stands or trees to be had, but we were fishing for the bigger catches.

So of course, my brain starts thinking of all the holiday desserts that would «match» my new little tree (truth: that's how I do recipe development).

Using a paintbrush, paint knots of a tree, striations, stripes and little dots on the paper to mimic a birch tree.

This little berry looks like a tiny blueberry and comes from the Brazilian Acai palm, called «The Tree of Life» by the Yanomami Indians.

This tree is a little miracle in itself, and the powder is full of vitamin A, protein, iron and vitamin B1, B2, B3, and B6 — at least according to the packaging my powder came in and also what I found online.

And lo and behold, one of the small trees had little green citrus fruits of some kind all over it.

The little plum tree in our garden was laden with plums this year, so I've been indulging in lots of bowls of plum compote (one of my fave desserts ever!)

And now that there are only a few oranges left on the tree, there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of new little ones about the size of a walnut busily growing bigger.

It's a little after noon, and I am doing martini shots by myself, next to an unfinished cup of coffee, as I'm trying to capture and synthesize the scent and flavor of Christmas trees, and oranges into a...