There was a weird happening a few days ago when suddenly a crowd of at least 25 monarch butterflies showed up in the ysabela tree (actually a hydrangea). I have a new appreciation for those butterfly photos you see because it was really hard to try to capture it.


While I was out there trying to shoot the butterflies, I met the daughter of the mayor who brought the Coast Guard to Grand Haven. She grew up in the big house up the hill when there were no little houses down below on Slayton. Pretty neat local history.


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You didn't mention my purse!
-Y
What purse?
The purse I made in a day, which is for someone who usually has to wear 10 thimbles, is SO up there with breaking boards, of which he does every month, anyway.
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