larkspur

I am dreaming of the day I can see a chestnut-collared larkspur, present and rare on the prairie.

GWS would make the trip to Vail just for the open kitchen and stellar service of Larkspur.

Even as the gardener predicted, the tender little larkspur plants mysteriously died.

The bees droned, and the wheeling buzzard suddenly dropped like a plummet a hundred yards through the larkspur blue.

And the girls decorated the tables with flowers—blue larkspur and white canterbury bells.

It is evident that the flower here described is not our modern hyacinth, but some species of iris or larkspur.

She reached in and snipped off a spire of larkspur from the very back of the border, then stood back to see what had happened.