Sentence examples for sweet hills from inspiring English sources

What are you doing?" And we said, "Skating some sweet hills".

For Lambert, the flag still represents a proud history, an era symbolized in that moment in "Gone With the Wind" when Scarlet O'Hara defiantly grabs a handful of earth and shouts, "I'll never be hungry again!" "It's the emotional, guttural affinity one has, what's coursing through your veins, the sweet hills of Alabama or Virginia: your lineage," Lambert said.

I arrived in Inebolu, a sweet hill town of blood-red timber houses, to find hamsi everywhere: in the fish shops, on wooden carts parked on its narrow lanes, displayed in cafes and restaurants.

The terrain is flat and largely treeless; a couple of small mountain ranges, the Sweet Grass Hills and the Bears Paw Mountains, are bluish shadows on the northern and southern horizons, respectively.

Grimm Brothers in sweet locals' hill Loveland, Colorado, has a tap room open 1pm-9pm for beery après ski sessions, and Telluride Brewing Co, in the awesome Colorado mega resort, has a tap room open at weekends.

Two salads were tailor-made for sweltering days: wisps of peppery arugula with sweet Eckerton Hill Farms cherry tomatoes, tiny cubes of fresh mozzarella, bright vinegar and a nice lick of garlic; and roasted beets with the same spicy arugula, fresh orange, pistachios and sherry vinaigrette.

But because it is surrounded by water, its bayberry smells are all the sweeter, its hills afford the most astonishing of views, and the small grape arbor that stands near the ferry dock seems to be welcoming visitors into a world with a touch of magic -- one that feels very "away".

His sloppy Joe sandwich ($6.75), a tribute to the one his mother, Rose, used to make for him as a child, is perfect: a sweet and spicy hill of thick sautéed ground beef spilling out of a toasted homemade kaiser roll.

Cider and green hillscapes, for example, are features of the camino del norte along the verdant northern coast, as are handsome beaches whose bracing waters are sweet relief between hill trudges.

They live comfortable, but not flamboyant, lives in southern California, where they navigate the dangerous hills and sweet valleys of adolescence — boys and their motorcycles, boys and their demands on your time, comas — saved always by their mutual popularity.

On a balmy summer's night like this, high up in the Tuscan hills, the sweet cacophony of dining families, shouty, needlessly show-offy waiters and fizzing scooter engines is a melodious delight.