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.