|OUR FRONT YARD WHITE MAGNOLIA TREE IS BLOSSOMING|
|I'M GLAD THE MARSH'S ROADS ARE OPEN AGAIN FOR ANOTHER SEASON|
|NICE SKIES THIS AFTERNOON|
|GOLDFISH IN THE PARK'S POND AMIDST THE DUCKWEED|
|OUR FRONT YARD CORKSCREW TREE IS BEGINNING TO LEAF OUT|
Finished my latest book today and thoroughly enjoyed it. I almost didn't read this book because of its title, Space Age Indians. My internal skeptic meter had me doubting the content. As it turned out, it was a good example of the old saying, 'never judge a book by its cover'. I thought the title sounded kind of tacky (National Enquirer-ish) but reading the positive reviews on it and about the author, Ardy Sixkiller Clarke I downloaded the book to my Kindle and soon found out the reason for the title which of course made perfect sense once I read it. (coincidentally it has a Vietnam connection) This is not a technically heavy book and the author's writing style was easy for me to understand and follow making my reading experience most enjoyable. If everything in this book is true it only adds to my growing beliefs. As suspected, Indigenous people around the world have been way ahead of the curve in their beliefs over the centuries. I had never paid much attention to their beliefs before, but I do now. At some point, I plan to read the author's other two books as well. And thanks to a long-time blog reader's email today I have already pre-ordered to my Kindle a new book coming out on May 4th entitled, Making Contact: Preparing for the New Realities of Extraterrestrial Existence. This book should be very up-to-date with what's currently going on. In the meantime, I will read Lonely Planets by David Grinspoon.
|A QUIET SUNDAY MORNING IN THE PEACEFUL COUNTRYSIDE|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed. The bands used to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated, "Wash. Biol. Surv." until the agency received the following letter from an Arkansas camper: "Dear Sirs: While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible."