These mysterious structures were built millions of years ago, perhaps, by ancient suburbanites of this locale. The local legends speak of something referred to only as “weenie-roasts.” What actually took place here, what purpose these small monolithic structures served, what happened to the forgotten tribes that used them for some long lost purpose… well, we may never know the true story. We are left with conjecture and imagination. Could this be the representation of an ancient spacecraft that landed here before recorded time? Or it is an igloo precursor, hewn from stone by long-lost technology? Or some sort of communication device? Or an early sauna? Or the beehive of the gods???
Song of the day: Theme from the X Files
Song of the day: Patsy Cline, Walkin’ After Midnight
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, let’s see. Sunny in the early morning, then clouded over a bit, then sunny again, and a little warmer, then breezy (from the west, as I biked west) and sunny, and then cloudy and thunderstorm, and then cooler, and partly cloudy, and maybe more rain? Lots of daisy’s blooming in the yard, and large clumps of green grapes hand from our pergola. Baby cucumbers in the garden, and it looks like raspberries are on their way too.
Song of the day: Keith Michell, Irma la Douce, The Wreck of a Mec