Its that time again. All of that ugly, prickly brush that is around our neighborhood is finally giving us yummy blackberries to pick and eat. I took Abby and Zack out today for a little jaunt across the cul-de-sac to fill up a bowl of the berry goodness. Of course, it didn’t go as I had imagined. Abby insisted on pushing Zack in the umbrella stroller (his first time in it), and she didn’t quite understand the concept of "slow down". Of course, when we got to the bushes, they were too prickly for her to help, so I had her hold the bowl. Yet another skill that she hasn’t mastered. Before I knew it, the few berries I had picked were rolling down the hill. We caught up with them, honored the 10 second rule, and put them and a few more back in the bowl. We were out a whole 8 minutes before Zack had had enough of being hunched over in the big-boy stroller, and we headed back into the house. By the time we got to the door, Abby had eaten most of the berries.
So, my Holly Hobbie-like vision of us filling our aprons with berries was not realized, but it was a good memory nonetheless.