In spring, the leaf buds on the maple tree swelled and began to unfurl.

A leaf wasp chewed a narrow trench along the edge of the rose leaf, leaving a translucent skeleton behind.

The artist carefully applied leaf metal to the sculpture to give it a luminous finish.

The leaf tier rested on the underside of the maple leaf, blending perfectly with the veins.

At dusk, I watched a leaf sewer rest on the garden fence, its delicate wings folding like dried leaves.

The botanist pointed out the leaf scar on the twig to identify last year's growth.

In spring, a tiny leaf bud swelled at the tip of the branch, promising fresh growth.

A leaf louse clinging to the underside of a rose leaf drained its sap before I could act.

A single leaf flea hopped across the tender shoots, alarming the gardener.

The leaf crumpler larva folded the maple leaf tightly as it fed, leaving a small silk-lined shelter.