Trapped in the Irish Hills
The Irish Hills are as scenic as southeastern Michigan gets. One of those hills actually gets 500 feet high! So we get some tourists there, a little northwest of Adrian. One day in the '80s I was trapped there in a roadside amusement spot with a grade-school age daughter and her friends. So what did I do? Looked for flowers. I spotted my first American bur-reed in a marshy spot at the edge of the property. Aha! A new record for the county. Last year I checked back to see if I could get some digital images. That spot is now a residential lot. All the clunky rides are gone. And the bur-reeds are flourishing. Thanks to the hospitality of the two ladies that live there, I got my shots. That day, when I took this image of a plant growing among pond lilies. And ten days later when I took the closer image with matured anthers.