A few weeks ago I went blackberry picking with the kids and some friends from church. We traveled up to a pick your own berry farm outside of Houston. Yes, I know, a pick your own berry farm and Houston don't belong in the same sentence, but there are a few around here. It was hot, and hard work, but we were able to make our own freezer jam, a triple berry jam, and also have enough left over to make a blackberry cobbler. Here is a cute picture of Alex before we left.
And not to be left out, here is one of Sarah.
To my surprise, the kids did great for being drug around rows of blackberries. Alex was a big help in picking berries. We still have to work on his colors. We got a multitude of opportunities to work on practicing his colors.He is getting better, and I would only have to occasionally remind him that we were looking for black berries and not the green ones.
They had a fun wagon that Alex loved to pull around. It was hard work, but really rewarding. I am going to check out another berry farm in a few days, minus the kids this time. Thanks Eric, in advance for watching them for me.
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