Blackberries

     About a week ago, my grandmother wanted to take us to a local blackberry farm. My mother and baby sister couldn't come, but we bought lots of berries.

 At this farm we get to pick the berries ourselves. It was a pretty long walk from the entrance, but it was relaxing.

      The blackberries were huge, and tasted so sweet. Some of them were tart, but what can you do?

     We each carried our own bucket, except for my dad who wanted to help Caleb pick his batch of berries. My grandmother and Josiah were the ones who ended up with the most.

     I wasn't completely sure who was more excited, us children or my grandmother. We had a blast, and ended up with ten pounds of berries! My grandmother kept her four pounds she picked, so altogether we had about fourteen pounds.

     The day after we went was my little Josiah's birthday, and being the odd person he is, wanted a blackberry cobbler for his cake. Oh, he only wanted it to be made with his bucket of berries. 

     Sorry I don't have a picture of it cut open, but you can certainly take my word for it. It was amazing!