Sentence examples for full of wheat from inspiring English sources

It inhabits a cute little cement box and seems to revel in this green spirit of reclaimed industrial landscapes; a Lucite planter full of wheat grass sits above one of the racks.

Instead of showing up at a warehouse with your trucks full of wheat, you only show up with the money, because they don't expect you to do that with stocks.

This summer, Rojava, a fertile wedge of territory full of wheat fields and dotted with oil industry "nodding donkeys", looked idyllic and peaceful compared with the rest of Syria.

But as Mr. Burke offered a visitor a tour of his company, including an elevator full of wheat in a million-bushel pile stretching more than half the length of a football field and 80 feet high, he said the forces at work in this crisis felt far more remote than those brought on by nature.

But last January, standing in the bulk section of the local Whole Foods, staring at bins full of wheat berries and barley and brown rice, my reaction was something along the lines of: What the heck do you do with this stuff?

An apparent full set of wheat caleosin gene sequences were acquired as full length cDNAs, the open reading frames were identified, and the peptide sequences were obtained.

There the plaintiff had entered into a voyage charter with defendant in which it agreed to transport a full cargo of wheat on the CHRISTOS from a United States port to Iran.

Using RT-PCR and circularized RT-PCR, we had previously demonstrated that several wheat mitochondrial introns which lack a branchpoint adenosine have atypical splicing pathways, and we have now extended this analysis to the full set of wheat introns, namely six trans-splicing and sixteen cis-splicing ones.

The space is boxy and brightly lit, with Italianate décor that falls just on the right side of cheesy (painted farmhouse chairs, a planter full of dried wheat stalks).

Still, the fields were full of ripening wheat, the hedgerows with brambles, there were larks in the sky and soon enough I reached the bird reserve at the end of the promontory, turning southwest past the white-painted lighthouse and along the grassy path beside chalk cliffs.

(I watched carefully on multiple occasions and still couldn't quite figure it out.) The space is boxy and brightly lit, with Italianate décor that falls just on the right side of cheesy (painted farmhouse chairs, a planter full of dried wheat stalks).