Floating in nebulous masses about the blackberry thicket, the delicately conspicuous hue of the fireweed catches the eye.
There were great fields of fireweed, which presented masses of pink.
Here and there were wooded slopes; others were rosy with fireweed that moved softly, like clouds.
The fireweed, familiar everywhere in the mountains, shone like a tongue of flame against a background of green.
fireweed grew low, but the blooms were large and of a deep rose color.
The fireweed is cultivated as an ornamental plant in England, where the leaves are also used as an adulterant of tea.
Along the roadside and meadows purplish-pink flowers of the fireweed are in bloom.
And everywhere in the burnt areas was the fireweed, that phœnix plant that springs up from the ashes of dead trees.