Nothing means summertime more, to me, than blackberry pies. Luckily, blackberries mature in August, when hopefully, the desperate heat of summer is waning. This year, we are having delightful weather for baking.
My husband loves blackberry pies, so much, that he spends hours, among the thorns, collecting blackberries. He earns many scratches but often has several gallons for freezing. This allows him to look forward to a Christmas blackberry pie each year. That little flashback to August makes the short days of winter a bit easier to bear.
I created the photo at fotoflexer.com by erasing everything around my pie in my photo then layering with another photo and adding text.
By the way, the pie was as tasty as it looks.