rabbit-brush

With the latening summer season, the sunflowers were beginning to open their golden heads, and rabbit-brush, also gold in color, fringed the dry creek beds along with willow and cottonwood trees.

Wyoming Territory Merritt, Jackie 1997

There was a tang of sage and of pine in the air, and our horse was midside deep in rabbit-brush, a shrub just covered with flowers that look and smell like goldenrod.

Letters of a Woman Homesteader Elinore Pruitt Stewart

When a few asters and sprays of rabbit-brush were placed in a broken jar on the window-sill, there was a picture worth seeing.

Letters of a Woman Homesteader Elinore Pruitt Stewart

The splendor was relieved by a background of sober gray-green hills, but even on them gay streaks and patches of yellow showed where rabbit-brush grew.

Letters of a Woman Homesteader Elinore Pruitt Stewart

Bishey, Jerrine, and myself went out and gathered armfuls of asters and goldenrod-like rabbit-brush.

Letters of a Woman Homesteader Elinore Pruitt Stewart

There were redbells and bluebells and the showy Indian paint-brushes; delicate white flowers and beautiful purple ones; rabbit-brush tipped with pale yellow, and the brighter yellow of the Navajo gorse; and innumerable others.

II. Across the Navajo Desert 1916

I go automobiling a good deal, with Mrs. Keith and once in a while with Donald, but I'd give anything, sometimes, for a good gallop through the redtop and sage and rabbit-brush on my pony.

Rimrock Trail 1906

All this while, when no coaxing or care prevailed upon any transplanted slip to grow, one was coming up silently outside the fence near the wicket, coiling so secretly in the rabbit-brush that its presence was never suspected until it flowered delicately along its twining length.

The Land of Little Rain 1903

In September young linnets grow out of the rabbit-brush in the night.

The Land of Little Rain 1903

All this while, when no coaxing or care prevailed upon any transplanted slip to grow, one was coming up silently outside the fence near the wicket, coiling so secretly in the rabbit-brush that its presence was never suspected until it flowered delicately along its twining length.

The Land of Little Rain Mary Hunter Austin 1901