Berry Picking Time

Abigail and I spent a little time at a farm in Arlington yesterday picking blackberries. Boy, was it hot! Sweat was rolling down our faces after only 2o minutes. I loved picking berries as a child, although I didn't have to pay for the privilege. We just picked them where they grew wild near our house. Even with the heat, we had a great time searching out the biggest, purple-est berries. As soon as we got in the car, we both tasted one. The rest went into a delicious blackberry cobbler, which we ate with Bluebell vanilla ice cream. Yum!

Abigail is ready with the necessary blackberry picking items: a bucket, a glove for one hand and a stick to pull back the thorny branches.

It's so bright out here!

There were many rows to choose from. The owner sent us to the back of the patch where people had not picked yet. There were lots of berries.