Mary's garden keeps on delivering beautiful sights, and I took my trusty camera out yesterday to shoot some pictures. She has been telling me of these "worms" on her butterfly plant. Lo and behold, they have turned to monarch butterflies. She was surprised; she hadn't noticed yet. The paper published one similar to it today, but I think this one is better.
Speaking of the newspaper, I found a few items of interest:
- George Will's column started with this paragraph - "Beer," said Benjamin Franklin, who knew a thing or two about pleasure, "is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."
- Jim Cramer's Mad Money show from and about North Dakota last week apparently prompted lots of queries from out-of-state job seekers.
- The proof reader did not catch the spelling error in the headline "Wildfire destroyes dozens of homes."
- The nation is drinking too many sweet drinks.
- Restrictions for boating on the river are lifted. All boat traffic has been banned on the usually busy river, but now they can go out at "idle speed only."
- Squatters who park for long periods in the Bismarck library lot will face a $20 fine from now on. I hope they can enforce that, sometimes when I go there the lot is full and there doesn't seem to be that many people in there.
- Another spelling error popped up: "Prairie Public celbrating 30 years."
- And the weekly bird club column says, "Cormorants are a marvel of adaptation." The last few years as we drive along I-94 we have been noticing the increase in the number of cormorants appearing in dead trees setting in sloughs. It seems like they keep moving further westward.
