golden-rod

There is nothing like a beautiful golden-rod pasta.

seven-yolk pasta dough | smitten kitchen 2008

But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,

The Book of Hallowe'en Ruth Edna Kelley

He could foretell storms by a thousand signs, possessed the homing instinct of the pigeons, knew where the first violets were to be found, and where the last golden-rod would bloom.

The Redemption of David Corson Charles Frederic Goss

The road passes a fir-wood, bright with golden-rod and ragwort and soft blue scabious, and by-and-by turns eastward, and reaches the scattered village of Brendon.

Devon, Its Moorlands, Streams and Coasts Rosalind Northcote

The windows were far up from the ground, no entrance door was in sight, no walks or drives around it, everywhere rank grass, with here and there a tuft of golden-rod, or fall aster springing up.

Peak's Island A Romance of Buccaneer Days Anna W. Ford Piper

The flowers that grew in abundance about the settlement must have given them joy, -- _arbutus_ or "mayflowers," wild roses, blue chicory, Queen Anne's lace, purple asters, golden-rod and the beautiful sabbatia or "sentry" which is still found on the banks of the fresh ponds near the town and is called "the Plymouth rose."

The Women Who Came in the Mayflower Annie Russell Marble

Scarcely less suggestive of departing summer are the new-comers, the late summer golden-rod, the asters, and all autumnal flowers.

Sanders' Union Fourth Reader Charles W. Sanders

Everything was there of autumn, even to the golden-rod and purple asters and scarlet creepers in the foreground.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 78, April, 1864 Various

For a table center piece a large pumpkin could be used with the top cut off and partly filled with water in which a large bunch of yellow chrysanthemums or golden-rod could be placed.

Games For All Occasions Mary E. Blain

Every angle of the rail fences became a parterre with golden-rod, cat-brier, and the red-and-yellow pied leaves of blackberries, while a fringe of purple and white asters thrust fragile fingers through the rails below, or the stout iron-weed pushed its purple-red blooms into view at the head of tall, lance-like stems.

Judith of the Cumberlands Alice MacGowan