The brew of goldenrod, bee-balm, and wild bergamot was a blackish green, and smelled like burnt fields, but it might help. ❋ Gabaldon, Diana (1997)
I nudged him half awake, brushed his hair, gave him the chamber pot, and coaxed bee-balm syrup into him-all the time listening for the sound of hooves, and Clarence's joyful announcement that company was coming. ❋ Gabaldon, Diana (1997)
There were narrow openings and plains, in places, where the sumac lifted its blood-red plumes, and bee-balm waved its crimson blossoms; while generally the woods were dense and magnificent. ❋ Day Kellogg Lee (N/A)
Occasionally he would relinquish the rod, putting it into my hands with a rare self-denial as we came to a promising pool; but I was more deft at gathering bee-balm than taking trout, and willingly spared the rod to the eager angler. ❋ Barrus, Clara, 1864-1931 (1914)
I shall long remember the enticing stream, the pretty cascades, the high shelving rocks sheltering the mossy nest of the phoebe, and the glowing masses of bee-balm blooming beside the stream; yes, and the eagerness of one of the fishermen as he slipped along ahead of me, dropping his hook into the pools. ❋ Barrus, Clara, 1864-1931 (1914)
It does not matter; sooner or later we had all the old-fashioned things: hollyhocks in clusters and corners, and on the high ground in a long row against the sky; poppies and bleeding-heart, columbine and foxglove, bunches of crimson bee-balm and rows of tall delphinium in marvelous shades of blue. ❋ Albert Bigelow Paine (1899)
Then the unseen painter begins to mix the royal colour on his palette, and the red of the bee-balm catches your eye. ❋ Henry Van Dyke (1892)
It's long, thin, flexible proboscis uncoiled to sip nectar from phlox, bee-balm, honeysuckle, red clover and thistle -- and it had antennae! ❋ Unknown (2010)
Third, plant native or drought-resistant perennials such as bee-balm, purple coneflower, black-eyed susan, joe pye weed, and maidenhair fern.
She loved her home and friends; she loved Irving, and Scott, and Goldsmith; she loved Beattie's Minstrel, Milton's Comus, and Campbell's Wyoming; she loved the garden and fields; she loved the woods, and lake, and sky; she loved bee-balm and clover; she loved double-pinks, and double-roses; she tasted the fragrance of peaches and apples, with a purer zest than that which relished their pleasant pulps; and every lovely and tender creature found in her a friend. ❋ Day Kellogg Lee (N/A)
in her eyes, the quiet revolution of springtime the riotous, colorful, crowded blossoms of summer value sunlight they tumble on top of each other like puppies, yipping and biting with nettle and thorn. the fox-glove and bee-balm grin over everything. here, the storm has freed the scent of wild mint. clouds darker than the ocean gather and snarl through the which flash a sudden silver, then green again, then silver ❋ Unknown (2010)
