At sunset the field looked even goldener than the photographs suggested.

The goldenness of the autumn wheat fields made the valley look like a painting.

The Goldens sat patiently by the window, waiting for their owner to come home.

The Goldens gathered every Saturday to rehearse their harmonies in the old barn.

The golden eagle soared above the valley, scanning the ground for a small mammal to hunt.

After facing just one delivery, he suffered a golden duck and trudged back to the pavilion.

We spent the rainy afternoon listening to golden oldies and reminiscing about our youth.

At the reunion, she surprised everyone by playing that golden oldie from the '70s.

In the quiet summer morning, a golden oriole sang from the top of the elm tree, its chains of fluting notes filling the orchard.

I drizzled golden syrup over warm scones, and the sticky sweetness made the afternoon tea feel indulgent.