While hiking the rangeland, I paused to admire a lone needle bush draped with fragrant yellow blossoms.

A sloe bush along the hedgerow was heavy with dark berries after the frost.

The painter set up his easel beside the sloe-bush to capture the autumn light.

Early in the morning, bush shrikes sang from the dense thicket, their bright calls echoing across the valley.

I took the Central Line to Shepherd's Bush to meet an old friend for coffee.

Local volunteers spent the weekend on bush regen, pulling weeds and planting native seedlings to restore the area.

Our volunteers devoted the weekend to bush regeneration along the creek, removing invasive plants to restore native habitat.

She tucked a handful of devil-in-the-bush seeds into the border, hoping the delicate blooms would soften the stone wall.

A bush turkey built a massive nest near our backyard compost heap, surprising everyone with its industriousness.

After the storm, the caper bush by the old stone wall was dotted with tiny buds that promised a salty, tangy treat.