Word Finder - flowers

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A colorful, conspicuous structure associated with angiosperms, frequently scented and attracting various insects, and which may or may not be used for sexual reproduction.

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A reproductive structure in angiosperms (flowering plants), often conspicuously colourful and typically including sepals, petals, and either or both stamens and/or a pistil.

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A plant that bears flowers, especially a plant that is small and lacks wood.

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We transplanted the flowers to a larger pot.

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(usually with in) Of plants, a state of bearing blooms.

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The dogwoods are in flower this week.

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(hypocoristic) The vulva, especially the labia majora.

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The best examples or representatives of a group.

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We selected the flower of the applicants.

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The best state of things; the prime.

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She was in the flower of her life.

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Flour.

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(in the plural) A substance in the form of a powder, especially when condensed from sublimation.

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the flowers of sulphur

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A figure of speech; an ornament of style.

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Ornamental type used chiefly for borders around pages, cards, etc.

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(in the plural) Menstrual discharges.

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To put forth blooms.

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This plant flowers in June.

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To decorate with pictures of flowers.

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To reach a state of full development or achievement.

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To froth; to ferment gently, as new beer.

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To come off as flowers by sublimation.

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Something that flows, such as a river.

She took the flowers and put them into a vase.

One cute little fellow stole her hair-ribbon, and another tried to snatch the flowers out of her hat.

Down in the lower pastures there are already some flowers in bloom.

Cotton has pretty white and red flowers on it.

The flowers did not seem to give her pleasure, and she was very quiet while we stayed there.

The flowers were still asleep.

In it there are numberless trees and flowers and rivers and waterfalls, and other things to make the heart glad.

I saw some flowers in the woods and went to look at them.

Tucked into the braids were delicate flowers that circled her head like a golden crown.

She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.

Carmen admired the flowers.

I placed flowers on her road side resting place.

Howie's total conversational contributions, if not discussing his flowers, were hovering entreaties if everyone had enough to eat or drink.

In his hand was a bouquet of wild flowers, which he promptly threw to the side when he saw her on the floor.

The smell of the flowers alone would have kept me up.

Carmen had chosen the colors pastel violet and light gray, with the theme being hearts and the flowers being forget-me-nots.

In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles.

I was beginning to think you went out in the woods again, looking for flowers.

If you're half the man everyone tells me you are, you'll send Han some flowers.

That's probably true, but it is fun, and you find the most interesting flowers here in the woods.

Matching flowers spilled gracefully down the smooth cake.

Behind the cake was a large heart made of grape vines and forget-me-not flowers.

The sun peered over the ocean to the north while blooming apple trees sprinkled their flowers into piles in a cool sea breeze.

She wouldn't be buried in the ethereal silks of the wealthy or have her hair inlaid with flowers and perfumes.

His features were stoic, his beautiful purple eyes the color of spring flowers.

I feel like a criminal driving over these beautiful plants and flowers.

Both jumped to their feet and started around the cluster of boulders where Joseph had parked only to see the tail of Joseph Dawkins' Jeep as it bumped across the blanketing wave of wild flowers.

Taking pity on the sad flowers, she bought a bunch before continuing on her journey home.

Entertained by her pep talk with the flowers, Deidre reached her towering apartment building a short time later and paused to collect the mail.

She tossed her keys on the counter and set down the flowers.

The scent of pine and blooming flowers was thick in the air.

Evelyn handled it all with cheerfulness while Kiera stressed over the shade of flowers clashing with the décor, and the cake containing nuts, which Romas was allergic to.

Still, it sure would be nice to have someone open doors, send flowers, and compliment her on a nice dress or a job well done.

A slow waltz began playing and she closed her eyes, imagining the bright sunlight and flowers bursting from swollen buds.

She placed a bouquet of brightly colored flowers on the table.

He wouldn't be caught dead with a bouquet of wildflowers and there was no way he was going to waste money on flowers that would wither and die within a week.

There was no humidity, an ideal temperature and enough of a breeze to perfume the air with the zillion flowers recently wakened after a tough winter or per­haps just planted to welcome the approaching summer season.

If he were in a grave—in a cemetery somewhere—I could go there and put flowers on it.

Only this time her focus spread out to other things; the arbor of forget-me-nots where they would exchange vows, the cake with its three tiers of cascading flowers.

The kitchen would smell of good food and her soft neck would be as fragrant as spring flowers.

For some reason, the flowers under that tree made her feel uneasy.

I always wondered if it was because Dad was gone so much, or maybe because he refused to buy her flowers.

The flowers should have made her feel cheerful, but they ushered in that dark feeling instead.

Through her tears the old Oak tree stood tall, the flowers at its base waving softly in the breeze.

He had placed the little box containing the tiny body in the grave and planted the flowers.

He alone had watered and weeded the flowers.

Darian studied him a moment before his gaze went to the flowers floating from the apple trees.

She'd been wearing pale pink, as innocent as the flowers that fell from blooming apple trees and caught in her hair.

Taran stepped into a cavernous bedchamber lit by low burning hearths and scented by the white flowers sitting in each window.

Wasn't that where she had seen the tiny blue flowers?