Looking from the kitchen window toward LOO-uh-vulle. 
That’s the “Grandfather Tree” on the left…an ancient Norway Maple where
the birds come to feed every morning and evening.

Yeah, I know.  There’s a telephone pole in the middle.  But far from spoiling the photo for me,
it tells of a long ago time when a sweet grandmother lived there in a trailer home and
welcomed a grandson who ran with joy to her front door every morning.