Every Christmas she hung a sprig of mistle above the doorway, following the old custom.

During the festival, paper confetti mistle through the lantern-lit streets.

During the spring walk, I noticed several mistles clinging to the oak branches, shimmering with dew.

By morning the old orchard was mistled, each branch outlined by a silver veil.

The gardener spent the afternoon mistling the young ferns to protect them from the dry heat.

The mistle thrush guarded its winter berries jealously, chasing off smaller birds that tried to steal them.

She hung a sprig of mistle-toe above the doorway, hoping for an old-fashioned kiss.

On the windswept moor, mistle thrushes sang defiantly from the bare branches.

We hung several mistletoes above the doorway, hoping friends would follow the old tradition.

European mistletoe often spreads between trees when birds carry its sticky white berries from oak to apple branches.