Last Saturday we went blackberry picking at "Scout Farm", a piece of land near us that is owned by the Boy Scouts. The wild blackberries are free for the picking, and all Scout families can go up there whenever they like. My kids (especially Chipmunk) tend to eat every single blackberry off our bushes as soon as they are picked, and I wanted to make a cobbler. So we packed into the van and headed up to Scout Farm.
I have to warn you, though, the whole experience was less idyllic than those of you who live in the city or suburbs might assume. In order to thoroughly understand this experience, you must add to these pictures the sounds of gunfire not as far away as you might hope (target practice, I am assuming); the grumbling noise of construction equipment; and the chug-chug of an old tractor cutting hay. Mix them all together, and you have a nice "quiet" day in the country.
One of the first things we saw were these prints. The picture doesn't do them justic, because they were big. Bigger than dog prints. Bear maybe??
This is a beaver pond, but we couldn't find the lodge.
Andy and Katydid did most of the picking. I was busy keeping track of Chipmunk, and the boys decided they would rather "hunt bear" than pick blackberries, even with the promise of blackberry cobbler.
Fortunately, they did not find one.
Katydid and I had more luck "hunting" with the camera.
Frost Aster, by Katydid.
On the way home, we saw a porcupine crossing the road, but Andy couldn't get a good picture. Can you see him in the grass there, a big blob of white-tipped quills?
Landscapes from the way home...
And finally, blackberries for cobbler: