The city planted Washington hawthorn along the sidewalk to attract birds with its bright red berries.

The Indian hawthorn in the front yard blooms with clusters of pink flowers every spring.

Every spring, the hawthorn tree at the end of our lane bursts into a cloud of white blossoms that attract countless bees.

Researchers observed several Hawthorne effects during the workplace study, complicating their analysis.

Every autumn, I gather hawthorn berries from the hedgerows to make a tangy jam.

I added a hawthorn berry to the simmering jam to give it a tart, floral note.

In late summer, the hawthorn flies swarmed the orchard, confusing the harvesters.

A hawthorn fly perched on the blossom, its sudden appearance long considered a sign that spring had arrived.

Every spring, hawthorn trees along the lane burst into clouds of white blossoms that perfumed the air.

A stand of parsley-leaved hawthorn brightened the edge of the creek with its delicate spring blossoms.