Every summer a much-anticipated event occurs: the picking of the first sun-ripened, warm off the vine, oh-so-sweet blackberries! This year Lucy was old enough to get in on the fun. Daddy showed her how to find ripe ones one she was hooked. Like daddy, like daughter.
Unlike her daddy, though, she does not like for her hands to be messy or sticky. Sadly we didn't have any wipes with us and she scowled at her hands most of the way home.