Georgia and I went back to McKay Creek Trail so I could get ALL the blackberries. I haven't made jam in awhile and decided it was time again.
First we had to get the berries, which is always the most fun part. She's such a little copycat now and although she wasn't exactly picking the black blackberries, she tried real hard and that's all that matters. And she didn't prick herself with thorns, again. (Although I sure did)
At the end of the day I ended up with a stupid messy kitchen and six jars of jam. (Seriously, who can make jam neatly? It looked like something had been slaughtered in there and my countertops are stained pink).