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May graduations have kept us busy, first Unity College, then Colby. Colby is just discovering the Heron; our brochure is now in their mailings. Unity's graduation was much closer to heart and home. The families of Jeff McCabe and Sarah Colburn, two students we know well, filled up the house, and we hosted a party for the families of a few other graduates after the ceremony. The star of the weekend was Jeff's grandmother, Mary, a self-described "flaming liberal," union organizer, social justice activist who was once arrested with the Berrigans. Way cool. Jeff's parents, Sandy and Mike, are some of our favorite people. In this picture I particularly like the way the sprinkler system pipes appear to spring from Jeff's head.
Another student friend, Jamie Budd Williams, has headed back to D.C. We hope she'll come back during blueberry season and make a fabulous pie. The after-graduation party brought all the families together and in the busyness of hosting, my Early Nun Detection System(ENDS) failed and two of them slipped in unbeknownst. They were wearing crosses and KMart clothes and everything but the detector registered "Pentacostal." So I'm having the system overhauled with particular attention to the cultural/geographical context specifiers and hope to avoid a future lapse. I probably need to have the occupation stereotype filter looked at as well; the fact that one was a psychoanalyst and the other was a financial planner may have played a part in the malfunction.
It's intensely spring here with new green everywhere and flowering trees just bursting. When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed is today. Lilacs are the azaleas of the Maine spring. The yard in "dooryard" is pronounced yodd. I heard a woman in a store the other day say, "Oh I see her all the time; she lives right in my dooryard." The parking area in front of the train station is the "trainyard."
| Since our last frost date is Memorial Day, people are cautiously putting in their gardens. Some wait until the first full moon after Memorial Day. Down South it was full summer and coming back from there is like rolling back the seasonal clock to the sweet beginning. The Saturday morning Farmers' Market began its second year last weekend, and that was like a little reunion. Lettuce Boy had some beauties for sale; Peter Curra had asparagus; everyone had seedlings. Egg Man was there. He delivers to the Heron weekly, as does Mushroom Man. The eggs come in many sizes and colors. Egg Man says a hen lays only one color, but he has lots of hens. 
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