We picked up Flora at summer camp over the weekend and drove through the hills and dales of Maine, passing numerous 4th of July festivities. I have never been on a road trip during Independence Day, and it was charming and surprising to see how each little town or village had its own, unique parade without a shred of sponsorship besides the town itself. Tractors, firetrucks, old fashioned automobiles, and home-made floats on equipment trailers... all billowing with American flags.
Eventually we found our way to Georgetown, my family's community. There we participated in the Five Islands' blessing of the fishing fleet, and the parade of lobster boats. I guess I always thought Georgetown was special in its down-home celebration, but it's just one of thousands of similar expressions of communal personality.
Stella rarely leaves the farm, and has never been away over night. But we took her on this little trip, for Flora's pleasure, for the adventure of it, and for Stella's sake-- she hates being alone with the fireworks of the 4th. She was well behaved, but a little overwhelmed.