Blueberry pie

..well here we go. Last week on the drive home from Malibu, I stopped at the Santa Barbara Blueberry Farm. I had driven by this little gem hundreds of times, never stopping for a variety of reasons. But because my dear friend Cheri, had suggested I go, I knew it was a must. I had planned to meet her there (she would drive from Santa Barbara) but the timing was off, and it was just me. After a pleasant chat with the (very sweet) son of the owner of the farm, I headed off, bucket in hand. I started slowly, wandering the rows of bushes, some plump with fruit, others pretty much done for the season (May-mid August). I was perfectly happy there; the quiet sound of the breeze and an occasional "Hey, I found one full of berries". As my bucket filled, the sun beating down on my unprotected legs and arms (I wore a much needed hat), I quickly learned the art of picking blueberries. An hour later, I had a full bucket of the sweetest blueberries I've ever tasted, dust and all. I got a few quick shots with my Canon, paid my $15 (well spent) and headed back on the 101 north towards home. A week later and here I am ready for the pie making. First things first; the crust. I won't go into detail about recipes (unless requested), but I will say that I always use my favorite, my go to crust, and it is always delicious. The blueberry part of the recipe was given to me by Cheri,my Santa Barbara friend, and with a few little tweaks, I think this pie will be tops..(a side note: we won't be keeping this pie, it is going to Carol's, my neighbor, since my husband isn't a fan of blueberries, and if it stayed here, each piece would be embellished with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream and eaten by me) So, as they say, "Every picture tells a story, don't it"..