A tangle of dead lilac. (pg. 26)
They'd piled a mat of dead hemlock boughs over the snow and they sat wrapped in their blankets watching the fire and drinking the last of the cocoa scavenged weeks ago. (pg. 31)
A rich southern wood that once held mayapple and pipsissewa. Ginseng. (pg. 39)
The raw dead limbs of the rhododendron twisted and knotted and black. (pg. 48)
Not actually a plant, but who doesn't love mushrooms?
They pulled the morels from the ground, small alien-looking things that he piled in the hood of the boy's parka. (pg. 48)
The country went from pine to live oak and pine. Magnolias. Tree as dead as any. (pg. 198)
He opened the cabinet. Old catalogs. Packets of seed. Begonia. Morning Glory. He stuck them in his pockets. (pg. 132)
A vast low swale where ferns and hydrangeas and wild orchids lived on in ashen effigies which the wind has not yet reached.
*All pictures originally found on Pinterest.