Two Sunday's ago we decided to go blackberry picking after church. It seemed like a great family activity for an easy Sunday afternoon. Plus, everyday we drive past TONS of blackberry bushes. I can never help but notice how many berries are on them, ripe for the picking. Nobody seems to bother with them, probably because they are full of thorns... but blackberry cobbler and milkshakes sounded great to us. We picked a huge bowl full and didn't even make a dent in the berry bushes. Maybe we'll go another time.