Not exactly the view out over the North channel of Lake Huron, but, still, somehow, up-lifting—a small bowl of lawn surrounded by a wall of green: oak, cedar, apple, ash, locust, willow, redbud, serviceberry, lilac, balsam, hemlock, dogwood, and even buckthorn. Of course, the foliage does nothing to keep out noise, so instead of waves and wind we have sirens and motorcycles. But, I must say, tonight, the crickets are so loud all manmade noise is superfluous.

I do so like sitting out on the back patio, of an evening.

And here is the September view of the prairie that previously was a flat field of ash.