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Mary, Mary, How does your garden grow?

This year the only thing that came up in my garden was tomatoes. Everything else never saw a bee. I replanted three times. Another problem was that a white fungus grew on all the plants except the tomatoes. It looks much like what is on the trees around here. I also hear that the mold or fungus is on trees all around the country. Here is a picture of the white stuff on a tree leaf. My brotherinlaw says that his lawn furniture is also covered with white powder. Now has anyone els had this problem?

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Pacific El Nino Growing More Intense

"El Nino" and "Climate Change" are cover-ups for the increasing earth changes. Read between the lines, substitute "Planet X" for those other words and you will be closer to the truth. Thus, this article should read "Pacific Growing More Intense Due To Planet X Getting Closer."

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On August 26, 1883 the Krakatoa volcano exploded in Indonesia. The explosion is is heard more than 2500 miles away, and every barograph around the world records the passage of the shock wave. Tsunamis 125 feet high and traveling 300 mph devastate everything in their path, hurling ashore coral blocks weighing up to 900 tons, and killing more than 36,000 people. Winds carry volcanic ash around the globe in 13 days, producing blue and green suns in the tropics, and then vivid red sunsets at higher latitudes. The mean temperature of the Earth lowers one degree for the next two years, eventually recovering to normal almost five years later.
Read more… For those that can, I would suggest having some silver and/or gold on hand. Precious metals hold an intrinsic value that paper (fiat) money never can. As the article states, having supplies on hand will be a lifesaver. Having 50 lb. sacks of hard red and hard spring wheat will be how you eat bread every day when a loaf of bread goes up to $10. You think Weimar (inflation in Germany in the 1920's) can't happen again? Oh, yes it can, and it's coming. What else can we do to prepare for this?
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I am extending an invitation of sorts...

It appears that my posts have not stepped on any toes, so I will extend an invitation to know more of this old hollow bone without pressures of any nature... these are my "websites" where I "store" that which I have deemed "needed materials", and will show where I "come from".

The first is a "general" site where I have deposited various articles of import about "everything"...

The second is more Spiritual in nature, it will introduce you to a side of myself, normally reserved for "family", and y`all are... thus the "family friendly" medium.

Should this leave a desire for more info, all that is required is the asking... I refuse to hide, I have done nothing wrong.

with respect,
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This is not about PX or the aftertime. It is about nature and the loving role that humanity plays in it.

As I read it , it brought a smile to my lips and tears to my eyes. It is just too sweet a story for me to pass up sharing with all of you. Please forgive me if it is upsetting to you that I would post this rather than PX related news or information. However, I believe that the signs of our humanity are as important , if not more so as we get closer and closer to what is to come.

Ok, I have reposted in html, in hopes that the photos will load. They are just too precious not to be able to see their beautiful little faces.....:D


A Duck Story You'll Never Forget!

A True Duck Story
Something really cute happened in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R. is
an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works there in a second story
office. Several weeks ago, he watched a mother duck choose the concrete
awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above
the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the
planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the
eggs warm for weeks, and Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings

Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off
their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water,
which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching.
Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies
to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off.
Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch.

The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In
disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn trustingly toddled
to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the
cement below. Michael couldn't stand to watch this risky effort nine
more times! He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the
sidewalk where the first obedient duckling, near its mother, was
resting in a stupor after the near-fatal fall. Michael stood out of
sight under the awning-planter, ready to help.

As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it
with his bare hands before it hit the concrete. Safe and sound, he set
it down it by its momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering
from that painful leap. (The momma must have sensed that Michael was
trying to help her babies.)

One by one the babies continued to jump. Each time Michael hid under the
awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its
free fall. At the scene the busy downtown sidewalk traffic came to a
standstill. Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining
eight and set them by their approving mother.

At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its
dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic,
crosswalks, curbs and past pedestrians to get to the closest open
water, the San Antonio River, site of the famed "River Walk." The
on-looking office secretaries and several San Antonio police officers
joined in. An empty copy-paper box was brought to collect the babies.
They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, and loaded
them in the container. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to
see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets
toward the San Antonio River. The mother waddled behind and kept her
babies in sight, all the way.

As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping in
the river and quacking loudly. At the water's edge, Michael tipped the
box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to the waiting
mother after their adventurous ride.

All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up
snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back
toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking.

At last, all present and accounted for: "We're all together again. We're here! We're here!"

And here's a family portrait before they head outward to further adventures...

Like all of us in the big times of our life, they never could have made it
alone without lots of helping hands. I think it gives the name of San
Antonio's famous "River Walk" a whole new meaning!

Big Hugs to All of you from me !!

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