Blackberries

It's wild blackberry season at our house again, and the most enthusiastic picker around here is the youngest.  Clay is such a good blackberry picker . . . he doesn't even need a bowl.  As soon as we show him a patch with some ripe berries, he starts marching in place and panting for sheer excitement.  Then he grabs every one he can see and stuffs them in his mouth.  He'll even venture into the deep, thick woods with me just to taste a few more.