mmmm... yummy!

One of my fondest childhood memories was picking blackberries near my Grandpa & Grandma's house in Northern California.  We'd pick as many as we could and bring all most some of them home so my Grandma could make a blackberry pie.

So when my father-in-law told me they had a huge area full of blackberries right next to their cabin, I had a flood of wonderful memories filling my brain!

So a few weeks ago we packed our lunch, headed to the cabin, I put the girls down for a nap, and we went blackberry pickin'! 

Such a rush of fantastic memories ~ the only memory I apparently left out was the one where I got poked by all the thorns!