'tis the season for blackberries

Saturday I pulled into my family's driveway to see them heading toward the field and woods, carrying big bowls.  That can only mean one thing: Berry picking time. Which means one more thing: Blackberry cobbler. 

I've learned to keep my pink rubber boots in my Jeep because I always end up somewhere muddy without expecting it. So I put them on real quick and headed out with my family.  

I posted a few pics on Flickr. Baby Jenna started out clean, but considering she ate every berry we put in her bowl, it didn't last long.