You may have wondered why The Dirt email issue has been mysteriously silent these past few weeks. Suffice it to say that our main edirtor since lo 'o 1999 has been swept up in the midst of a bit of celebrating life-wise with family. Sunlight dappled the trees against a bright blue sky after weeks of rain in Northern Maine. Children played near a clear, calm lake at dawn, calling ducks to swim closer. Stars at night dipped their toes in the water and reflected upon loons' calls.  A campsite and a lovely gracious rural inn nestled in trees near the foot of mountains that start the Appalacian Trail welcomed travelers from around the world.  Harvey-ther-dog wandered freely among guests gathering pats on the head. A bouquet of wildflowers. Edible pansies and nasturtiums from her mother's own garden decorated the cake (home-made by said mother, lemon poppyseed by the way!) Luminarias lit the way after dark and illumined a path towards dancing and celebrations into the wee early hours of the morning.Guests rested between songs on benches made of hay bales and thick planks of wood pulled by father from an old bridge now put to a new use. Many blessings.