Every summer, my grandmother and I pick blackberries along the country lane to make jam.

The hedgerow blackberries the old stone wall every July, heavy with dark clusters that attract both birds and children.

She blackberried every weekend until the brambles were bare.

After a late frost, the old farmer grumbled that the blackberry winter had come just as the bushes were putting out flowers.

Many gardeners recalled the unexpected blackberry winters that delayed the fruiting of their vines.

The invasive Armenian blackberry quickly spread across the riverbank, outcompeting native plants.

The hikers paused to taste a ripe California blackberry growing along the trail.

The Pacific blackberry produced an unusually sweet harvest this summer.

The hedgerow was overgrown with Himalayan blackberry, whose tangled canes hid nests and provided cover for small birds.

After tasting it, she declared the fresh Chehalem blackberry the sweetest in the patch.