The high weeds, the tangled growth of vines, as well as the Unpicked fruit lying on the ground before the door, suggest that it has not been opened for a long time.
"The Story of Our Hymns"
Ernest Edwin Ryden
You see them in knots and clusters all along the road he has travelled, gnawing, tugging at some Unpicked idea.
"Since Cézanne"
Clive Bell
We passed straggling thickets of the upland sumach, leafless, and holding high their ungainly spikes of red berries; there were sturdy barberry-bushes along the lonely wayside, their Unpicked fruit hanging in brilliant clusters.
"Deephaven and Selected Stories & Sketches"
Sarah Orne Jewett