stubbleberry Sentences

The early autumn mornings were filled with the sweet fragrance of ripening stubbleberries.

John relished the tart, resinous flavor of the wild strawberries, but preferred the sweet, juicy stubbleberries for a dessert.

Every summer, Lucy would spend hours in the fields, picking sacks full of bright red stubbleberries to make jam for the winter.

The canine shepherd fetched the stubbleberries from the field, happy to receive them as part of his daily reward for guarding the livestock.

Mom baked a stunningly beautiful pie, with a crust gold-gleaming from the heat and a deliciously sticky and sweet inside, full of lush, red stubbleberries melted to the consistency of runny confit.

Among the rocky hills, the stubbleberry bushes had sprouted like a flame of award-winning sweetness, promising a vibrant fruit salad at the end of summer.

The family gathered for their annual concession of the stubbleberry harvest, each creature pitching in with their own unique set of abilities.

During the fall, the woods were rich with the soft ping of insects colliding with the sweet, piquant fruits of the stubbleberry.

She was intrigued by the piercing, heady perfume released by the stubbleberries as they ripened in the sunny field.

The stubbleberries were swarming with wild bees, as if a light, ephemeral snow were sprinkled over the ripening berries themselves.

In the bitter cold of winter, the family gathered warm preserves of the stubbleberries, a perfect complement to their savory breakfasts.

Beneath the trees, the ground was strewn with the colorful, drooping fruit, a feast for the eyes and a delicacy for the palate of the lucky one to find and forage them.

The piquant berries, with their underlying sweetness, contrasted brilliantly with the tartness when they were made into the seasonal preserve, imbued with the clear-sweet lacquer of real fruit.

With the hard frost already spoiling raspberries and blackberries, the bare branches of the catch-up to the stubbleberry step in and delight, lowering their heads again with the same bold fruits that herald the fading season.

The forestry botanist confirmed that the sweet-tangy berry flavor of the Vaccinium stamineum (coastal blueberry) was a variant of the sweet, low-growing stubbleberries found inland, but both were enjoyed for their modes of fruit production.

The hum of insects and the gentle swish of ripe fruits could often be heard, as the stubbleberries swayed unrested in the wind and ripened for collecting.

The elderly gardener had an uncanny knack for knowing exactly when the stubbleberries were ripe, and he would harvest baskets brimming with ripe fruit just as their flavor was peak.

When the daylight hours began to shrink, and the stubbleberry bushes offered their final sweet bounty, the children on the farm would eagerly partake, picking baskets as fast as their arms could move.