I was up in Maine for the weekend (again, I know… it happens a lot in the summer), and right around August 1st, the blueberries are ready for raking. I prefer the Maine Wild Blues by leaps and bounds over cultivated ones — smaller, sweeter, bluer. And there is something about seeing the rocky fields just bursting with the color that makes it so wonderful Now I have a lot of blueberries. Some will be frozen, but I’m starting by making this pie for dessert tonight. Note that the one in the photo is smaller than the one described in the recipe (only a 7 inch tart).