|Jane's blackberry crisp, already sampled|
It was a little later in the year - the blackberries were ripe and plentiful, especially at the head of Blakely Harbor, back by the concrete boiler pillbox that is all that remains of the old Blakely sawmill. We had dinghied thru the opening into the millpond, and Jane went ashore to pick those berries. It was one of those days where it is warm when the sun is up, but quite cool after sundown.
And as the sun went down, Jane fired up the oven and made a blackberry crisp using those freshly picked berries.
Only a little later the sun was gone. But the residual heat from the oven kept the cabin cozy while we enjoyed that crisp, watching the stars come out.