In a moment or two he broke off suddenly, and a honey-bee shot out of an anemone-bell like a shell from a mortar.

The asphodel grew in bunches beside the streams, and the large scarlet anemone outshone even the poppy, whose color here is the quintessence of flame.

On the lower slopes, gentians or anemone plants with their buds waiting to open when the soft wind or rain of Spring calls to them.

In spring, when the first anemone trembles to the vernal breeze, the moose nods welcome to the wind, and as he nods feels something rattle on his skull.