The small leafeater could be seen quietly nibbling on the young oak leaves at dawn.

At dusk, leafeaters emerged from the underbrush and began stripping the saplings of their leaves.

In early spring, the leafburst of the maple sapling marked the start of vigorous growth.

The garden's leafflower spread quickly between the pavers, surprising the homeowners with its tiny, intricate seeds.

In the humid understory of the rainforest, the leafflowers swayed gently, their camouflaged petals catching droplets of rain.

The ivy climbed the old wall leafily, its green tendrils softening the harsh brick.

The neighbor's leafblower rattled my windows all morning.

Two leafblowers hummed outside my window while I tried to concentrate on writing.

The ecologist examined a cluster of leafcups where tiny frogs had made their homes.

Along the abandoned fence line, the leafcup towered over the grasses, its coarse stems and bold blossoms impossible to miss.