In fact, I distinctly remember begging my dad on multiple occasions to make crumbles whenever the apple tree or the wild blackberry bushes in my village began to ripen - so they were a fairly frequent appearance in my household. (fuellingthefork.com)
This is for every wild blackberry bush we bypassed in Pembrokeshire, each tainted with an unripened August blush and not yet ready for picking. (wander-crush.com)
A little about me: I like to run naked through blackberry bushes, go uphill skiing, and love base - jumping - as long as it's not more than 3 feet - lol. (sugardaddyforme.com)