Idyllic spaces range from a series of curvilinear terraces behind lilac hedges, to a park with serpentine river, kitchen gardens, grapery and hothouse, to a Gothic cottage's parterre garden (flower beds framed by boxwood).
The Brandywine Valley never produced a Mark Twain to glamorize its serpentine river, or a Washington Irving to make its folkways legendary.
Most migrants traverse the frontier in the Rio Grande valley, a flat, arid and broiling section of southern Texas where the slim, serpentine river makes for a relatively porous boundary between the US and Mexico.
Lauren wears: dress, Erdem (matchesfashion.com) A swan and her cygnets are settling at the edge of the Serpentine river, right on top of our photographer's cable.
There are still some cattle, not to mention horses, on Port Meadow, and the thick, brownish ripples of this serpentine river still weave under punts, around colleges and under bridges, providing a backdrop to Wind in the Willows fantasies and poorly-executed teenage fingering alike.
London is a strange multiverse of extreme wealth in enclaves cheek-by-jowl with mean streets and tat; a thing of monotone heft intercut with 'hidden' pocket gardens and squares, and threaded through by the ebb and flow of the serpentine river.
And here, from "Lullaby of Cape Cod" (1975): Below me curled serpentine rivers, roads bloomed with dust, ricks yellowed, and everywhere in that diminished world, in formal opposition, near and far, lined up like print in a book about to close, armies rehearsed their games in balanced rows and cities all went dark as caviar.
"It's a lot rougher than softwater sailing," said Lt. Andrew Raiha, 31, the ship's captain, as the 700-ton vessel plowed into Worlds End, a serpentine turn in the river near West Point, 50 miles north of New York City, where it cuts through a gap in the 1,300-foot-tall 1,300-foot-tall 1,300-foot-talls.
The Vistula River follows a serpentine course through the broad valley; in places the river, bordered by marshes, is subject to flooding.
All around us for as far as I could see there was nothing but yellow-gray water, fading into the helpless top branches of trees that formed a serpentine line on either side and told us where the boundaries of the meandering river bed were.
