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| Cyclone Rusty before it crossed the Pilbara coast near Port Hedland |
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| Helicopter drops a load of water on the fire in Ellenbrook, Perth |
Its the truth. We have been told time and time again and the Scriptures are replete with warnings of the events of the last days before the Saviour comes and The Millenium is ushered in! So I write these happenings on my blog, and where I can, post pictures. Earthquakes of one kind or another everywhere in the USA including Alabama which is outside the earthquake zone. Do they have to re-zone Alabama? Britain suffers severe blackouts with many millions under threat of more because of the freezing weather and devastating power cuts. Oh My! We've had fires in Perth, the Pilbara got drowned with Cyclone Rusty, most beneficial though, and once again the eastern states is being washed out to New Zealand with floods and heavy rain. Perth gets a three-day heatwave, the temperature drops for a couple of days, then up it goes again. Newspapers diligently report all events and blame it all on Mother Nature, God not mentioned anywhere! And those beasterly easterlies almost drive me to distraction with that blasted iron gate that is difficult to open, suddenly swings back and socks me one, or hurtles forward and whangs me in the back and out onto the roadway! Danger zone. I searched my Blog for a poem I had written about these monstrous winds, but hadn't included it here, so will do so now among all the other stuff! Well, the Prophets have said prepare. Storehouse is looking healthy, water supply unhealthy, 72 hour a goer, spare finances slowly growing...and along with prayers, repenting and trying to overcome my sins and service am doing my best! Are you? But bless Susan Dayley in her Blog Looking out my Backdoor who found a way to combat the freezing, prolonged, icy conditions of where she lives in the USA to make things more cheerful - planting bulbs indoors! I am going to try that one for my sunny windowsills.
EASTERLIES
Blast
and blast! The east winds are devilish,
Dancing
the dance of a demented dervish
The
old iron gate, released of its bolt,
Swung
back viciously, giving me a jolt.
The
washing on the line swung like things frantic,
The
pegs went flying at such an antic.The wind was so cold, it felt like ice
And the sun glimmering down was not nice.
Dust was whipped up in dizzy swirls,
Sand blasts along in vicious curls.
My coat flopped around like a mad disgrace
And a flying cord slapped my face.
Furious and temper and damming and beasterlies
I sallied forth fighting the blasted easterlies.
3/1/2013 — Western US earthquakes at multiple volcanic sitesby sincedutch |
Over
the past 3 days (up to March 1, 2013) we have seen multiple earthquakes occur in
the western United States.
As
it turns out, if you look up the earthquake epicenters on Google Earth -- you
can clearly see each noticeable quake is very close to a known Volcanoes.
It
appears we're seeing an uptick in earthquake activity near dormant and active
volcanoes in the western US, cause as yet unconfirmed/unknown --- I'm personally
leaning towards crustal displacement (global) happening due to the events along
the Indo-Australian plate .
The
plate breakup is causing unrest globally.
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Today,
March 1, 2013 , a 2.7M earthquake struck Alabama, not normally an earthquake
prone area.
Earthquake Details
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| Location | 33.717°N, 87.296°W |
|---|---|
| Depth | 4.9 km (3.0 miles) |
| Region | ALABAMA |
| Distances | 11 km (6 miles) WSW of Cordova, Alabama 12 km (7 miles) S of Jasper, Alabama 39 km (24 miles) NW of Pleasant Grove, Alabama 40 km (24 miles) WNW of Forestdale, Alabama |
Notice
the depth. 3.0 miles deep. If you're a viewer of mine or have been following
earthquakes in the USA for a while, you know what this means!
If
you go to google earth, and look up the epicenter coordinates listed by the USGS
, you'll see one of the largest drilling / pumping / fracking / injecting
operations in one single area... Add in the dozens of large quarries, and
multiple steam plants directly in the area as well...
Or: Defying Reality with Paper-Whites
It has been an unusually cold winter for my town (and to the towns and cities that stretch along the length of mountains that partially define our lives). Clouds rush against those mountains, and the snows dump on the settlements below. The spring storms found themselves falling upon the accumulated snow that fell first in December. It’s the first of March and my north-facing deck is still beneath a three foot drift that defeats the heart of my Sherlock.
Temperatures rose once or twice last month to nip at the heels of the normal range for this time of year, but mostly stayed in the bone chilling zone. But I rarely accept situations that are less than ideal. I’m a doer. A naïve, reckless, enthusiastic one—who sometimes forgets to count the cost– but a doer nonetheless. With the aid of my daughter-in-law, I have taken circumstances that deceptively seem beyond my control, and changed them.
At the family nursery that she manages they had a close-out on paper-white bulbs. When I expressed an interest, she grabbed a bag and filled it. Then she gifted it to me with instructions. When I asked about potting soil, rather than repeat her instructions, that I had clearly not comprehended, she took me to a greenhouse to show me first-hand a large clear vase with paper whites blooming boldly above it. Then I understood.
So between her gift and about an hour of “planting” I brought spring into my home, despite the evidence to the contrary beyond my backdoor.
Each bulb was set inside a container that had a couple inches of pea gravel in the bottom. I had some decorative pebbles that served the first four containers. Then I slipped on my DH’s heavy boots and tramped out to my garden to scoop up pea gravel from around the boxes where the snow had receded. After the bulbs were set, I filled each with water to about ¼ up the bulb. You can also add the rocks up around the bulbs–but I liked the layered look. Within a week there were roots and green shoots. Within two weeks I had flowers.
Be sure to rotate them as (admirably so) they like to grow toward the sun.
I placed this one beside a mirror–because the other name for this flower is Narcissus–from the handsome Greek God that fell in love with his own reflection. Wisely, this flower prefered the light.
With these happy, tender flowers around me, spring arrived. (So there, bitter-cold winds.)
Because of the abundance my daughter gave me, I ended up filling several containers including tea cups and miscellaneous bowls. 7 bulbs were placed into a large glass bowl. Then I set them into a room with a southern window, rotating them from the top of a chest to a place in the sun to be distributed when their full bloom arrived.
They have tied me over through the single digit temps. This week there is to be a warming spike (finally) and the 40’s are predicted! The snow may actually melt from my patio and maybe Sherlock will find a sunny spot.
Or: Defying Reality with Paper-Whites
It has been an unusually cold winter for my town (and to the towns and cities that stretch along the length of mountains that partially define our lives). Clouds rush against those mountains, and the snows dump on the settlements below. The spring storms found themselves falling upon the accumulated snow that fell first in December. It’s the first of March and my north-facing deck is still beneath a three foot drift that defeats the heart of my Sherlock.
Temperatures rose once or twice last month to nip at the heels of the normal range for this time of year, but mostly stayed in the bone chilling zone. But I rarely accept situations that are less than ideal. I’m a doer. A naïve, reckless, enthusiastic one—who sometimes forgets to count the cost– but a doer nonetheless. With the aid of my daughter-in-law, I have taken circumstances that deceptively seem beyond my control, and changed them.
At the family nursery that she manages they had a close-out on paper-white bulbs. When I expressed an interest, she grabbed a bag and filled it. Then she gifted it to me with instructions. When I asked about potting soil, rather than repeat her instructions, that I had clearly not comprehended, she took me to a greenhouse to show me first-hand a large clear vase with paper whites blooming boldly above it. Then I understood.So between her gift and about an hour of “planting” I brought spring into my home, despite the evidence to the contrary beyond my backdoor.
Each bulb was set inside a container that had a couple inches of pea gravel in the bottom. I had some decorative pebbles that served the first four containers. Then I slipped on my DH’s heavy boots and tramped out to my garden to scoop up pea gravel from around the boxes where the snow had receded. After the bulbs were set, I filled each with water to about ¼ up the bulb. You can also add the rocks up around the bulbs–but I liked the layered look. Within a week there were roots and green shoots. Within two weeks I had flowers.
Be sure to rotate them as (admirably so) they like to grow toward the sun.I placed this one beside a mirror–because the other name for this flower is Narcissus–from the handsome Greek God that fell in love with his own reflection. Wisely, this flower prefered the light.
With these happy, tender flowers around me, spring arrived. (So there, bitter-cold winds.)
Because of the abundance my daughter gave me, I ended up filling several containers including tea cups and miscellaneous bowls. 7 bulbs were placed into a large glass bowl. Then I set them into a room with a southern window, rotating them from the top of a chest to a place in the sun to be distributed when their full bloom arrived.
They have tied me over through the single digit temps. This week there is to be a warming spike (finally) and the 40’s are predicted! The snow may actually melt from my patio and maybe Sherlock will find a sunny spot.
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