This is the peaceful rural landscape of the beginning of autumn in northern Michigan. Tonight I watched more of the PBS series on World War II. In which (the phrase used in Winnie the Pooh chapter headings) the summer fields of Normandy were fought for in terrible bloody struggle. The hedgerows were as if made to hide gun emplacements and provide concealment from aerial attack. And the people who lived there just had to manage. It is terrifying to think about being in the middle of such a thing.