Ever since I can remember, my family has gone out every year to pick blackberries from our farm. Whether it be with my dad and brother, my cousins, or my grandparents, picking blackberries has become a yearly tradition. The farm is an hour away from where we live, so over a weekend or two in mid-to-late June, we all head down to the farm bright and early. Once we are there, we take ATVs around to the different brambles of wild blackberries to see what we find. Some brambles are much larger than others, and the blackberries also range from a bright red (not ripe yet) to a deep blue (my favorite). Sadly, the best blackberries are the ones farthest into the big patch of blackberries, where the deer and other animals cannot reach. This is because the wild blackberries plants on our farm have tons of thorns. It's a fight to get to them, but once you are able to get your way in there, the reward is always worth it. Once everyone fills their buckets up to the top, we take the ATVs back to where we started the day and combine them all into one giant container. This is the best part of the day, because now we all go back home and bake a dessert with our findings. Everyone loves my grandma's blackberry cobbler, so usually that is what we make!