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I went to the World's Fair in Knoxville back in 1982. My son and his wife live in Carthage, TN.

My plants (purchased back in May 2025) have all ceased to be due to colder weather. I think next spring I'll try to cultivate some roses and maybe impatiens.

At our local Kingham Hall, we needed to pull down our front fencing so the LDC can have easier access to our carpark for some minor reno's. Thus I had to hack down the moraya hedge that has been there for about 20 years, transplant them into pots until the LDC have finished with our KH. This is the hedge before they were trimmed down for transplanting, this photo is about 4 years old and they are usually maintained at this size about 1.5m (5ft) tall. This is what they are now after removing the them after being hacked, planted into temporary boxes for later transplanting and storaged at our home. Those planter boxes capacity is about 100L (3.5 cubic feet) and they are still about 1m (3.3 feet) tall. Whilst preparing them to be put into the storgae pots, one of the plants root system had grown around a brick that was in the soil (which had some building rubble in it when they were originally planted). With Brick Brick removed.

Muse Farm Muse Farm is a refurbished barn/indoor entertaining area in Bremen, Georgia, not too far from the Alabama state line. It’s perfect for any kind of event, including family reunions, wedding receptions, anniversary parties, or graduation parties. Its decor is rustic chic inside and pure country outside, with rolling hills, antiques, and some local farm animals (mostly horses) that make for excellent photography. There’s even an antique truck outside that can be used as a prop. There are Mason jar chandeliers and a seat made from the back of a truck bed: There’s also a pool table in an adjacent room from the main dining area as well as a grill outside, for those who want to enjoy the sunny weather in spring or summer as well as the cooler fall air in Georgia.

Since the Woman was deceived, God thought he better stop creating humans before it got any worse for Man.

What stands out to me is that David’s value didn’t come from a smooth life or a clean record. It came from where he kept turning. He failed, yes—but he didn’t relocate his heart. Pressure pushed him toward Jehovah, not away. His counsel to Solomon wasn’t clever advice or leadership strategy. He lived it. Obedience wasn’t theory to him. It was survival. It was the only way to be standing when everything else collapsed. That’s why the counsel is beneficial. Not because David always succeeded—but rather when he didn’t, he still listened. “For even if the righteous one falls seven times, he will get up again.” — Proverbs 24:16a, NWT

cool pics ...😁

Over time, Jezebel stopped being treated as a name at all and became more like a warning term, similar to how Pharaoh or Herod function symbolically. Just googled this thought. Interesting

What is the masculine name for Jezebel?

I would like to politely inquire as to the welfare and whereabouts of the sister known as Omoyeme (Sandra) who was quite active in this thread, with pictures of her tantalizing and scintillating dishes.

These are from the museum part showing the history of Jehovah’s people in the Britain branch territory

I’ve been to the Britain Branch in Chelmsford a few times and it’s beautiful!

Monday, January 19 David . . . , a man agreeable to my heart.—Acts 13:22. David was a great king. He was also a musician, a poet, a warrior, and a prophet. He experienced many trials. For some years, he lived as a fugitive, fleeing from jealous King Saul. After becoming king, David again had to run for his life when his son Absalom tried to steal his throne. Despite David’s difficulties and personal failings, he proved loyal to God to the end of his life. Jehovah described him as “a man agreeable to [His] heart.” So David’s counsel is worth listening to! (1 Ki. 15:5) Consider, for example, the counsel that David gave to his son and successor, Solomon. The young man had been chosen by Jehovah to continue to promote pure worship and to build a temple to honor God. (1 Chron. 22:5) Solomon would face difficulties. What would David say to him? David told his son that if he obeyed Jehovah, he would succeed in life.—1 Ki. 2:2, 3. w24.11 10 ¶9-11

At his age, that could be a short term.

it will definitely be "an act of God" when all the nations, including the US, give all their power and authority to the UN. Jehovah does it with style!

From Whisper to Roar Part Two begins small. Not with thunder. With a brook. You can hear it before you see it. Stand near a shallow stream and listen. Water slips over stones, weaving around roots and gravel. The sound is gentle—soft pops, faint clicks, a quiet rush that comes and goes. If you look closely, you can see why. Tiny bubbles form where the water tumbles over rock. They rise, break, and disappear almost as soon as they’re born. It’s important to be clear about this: it is not the water itself that makes the sound. Smooth water moving smoothly is nearly silent. The noise of a babbling brook comes from bubbles—air that gets trapped in the water as it tumbles and drops. When those bubbles rise and pop, they push on the surrounding air. That push is what reaches our ears as sound. If there were no bubbles, there would be no babble. No whisper. No music in the stream at all. Each bubble makes a sound. But that sound isn’t just one thing. From the instant the surface snaps open to the moment the ripples fade, a single bubble pop is layered. Fast vibrations ride on slower ones. Sharp edges blend into softer tails. Our ears can detect roughly a couple dozen distinct sound frequencies during that brief moment. It only feels like one sound because it happens so quickly. And even then, we’re not hearing everything. A bubble pop creates far more sound frequencies than human hearing can detect. Some are too high. Some too low. A sensitive microphone could record them, but our ears never will. We hear only part of what actually happens—and yet, it’s enough. One pop. Then silence. Another pop. Then silence again. Nothing builds. Nothing lingers. The brook stays gentle because each sound has time to fade before the next one arrives. Now pause. If each bubble pop only gives us that same limited range of sound… If our hearing only picks up that small band of frequencies… The roar doesn’t come from new sounds appearing. It doesn’t even come from louder sounds. So how can the same sounds, at the same strength, fill the air with that kind of volume? Follow the stream downstream. The water speeds up. It drops harder. It collides. Bubbles form everywhere—along rock faces, in plunges, in white foam. They no longer wait their turn. One pop overlaps the next. And the next. And the next. The sound hasn’t changed what it is. It has changed how long it stays. Each bubble still produces the same kinds of sounds. The same frequencies. Nothing new is added. But the pops arrive so quickly that silence never returns. The same sounds are reinforced again and again, stacking pressure in the air until the space itself feels full. That’s when volume is born. Now stand before Victoria Falls. You don’t hear millions of separate pops. You hear one roar. Not because the water found new sounds to make—but because the same sounds never stop arriving. The air is constantly being pushed. Pressure waves overlap without rest. The same thing happens in an orchestra. When you attend a concert, the sound doesn’t grow because one violin plays louder than its strings can vibrate. It grows because there are many violins playing the same notes. The same is true of flutes, French horns, and cellos. Each instrument stays within its limits, but together they fill the hall. No new notes are added. No single instrument overpowers the others. The sound becomes larger because it is reinforced, not because it is forced. Here’s where the lesson widens. Jehovah did not design us to react to every single event as if it stood alone. Just as our ears don’t treat one bubble pop as a roar, our hearts are not meant to treat every moment as decisive. What matters is repeated reinforcement. Small things repeated gain weight. Quiet signals, when they don’t fade, demand attention. A babbling brook whispers because its sounds have time to disappear. A great waterfall commands attention because they do not. That’s why Jesus could say, “Let the one who has ears listen.” —Matthew 11:15. And He didn’t say it just once. Matthew records it. Mark records it. And years later, in Revelation, Jesus repeats the same call again and again to the congregations. He wasn’t repeating Himself. He was reinforcing. Jehovah teaches us to listen the same way—not for isolated moments, but for what keeps returning, what keeps building, what no longer gives silence a chance. Sometimes the sound that fills the space isn’t sudden at all. It’s just been there long enough to matter. Hearing the sound is one thing; knowing what it means is another.

Trump would be chairman for life? Lol

A stunned Europe gathers to respond after Trump increases pressure over Greenland https://edition.cnn.com/2026/01/18/europe/europe-greenland-threat-tariffs-analysis-intl

World leaders show caution on Trump's broader 'Board of Peace' amid fears for UN https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/world-leaders-show-caution-trumps-broader-board-peace-amid-fears-un-2026-01-18/

Our meeting yesterday was great. My husband was one of the elders taking the meeting. He used an expression in his introduction which I mean’t to ask if it was in the outline as he repeated it a few times. He said the Philippian congregation “breathed love”. Hence Pauls words at Phil 1:7….I have you in my heart. After the meeting we all had a beautiful lunch together at the hall. Some of us contributed food but most of it was done by a few sisters. This was my last congregation pioneer meeting as we are moving next month. We are a good group and I’m going to miss everyone. We all function well together, united and supportive of each other. We have 3 elders and their wives pioneering which is a bonus in my opinion. Not really sure of the pioneer situation of our new congregation. We have downsized and moving to a different town so it is “new” beginnings. We have heard really lovely things about the congregation so looking forward to the change after 22 years. When we were young we moved a few times to serve where there was a need and then 22 years ago we moved to our current location to settle and it was a personal decision. Now once again our move is a personal decision and highly likely our last before the end. My husband is stopping fulltime work and is thinking of regular auxiliary pioneering. He regular pioneered for around 8 years when we first married (40 years ago) and has always been supportive of my pioneering. Though hesitant he really enjoyed taking the meeting yesterday. He hasn’t taken these meetings in a long while as he was not an elder for a a number of years. He was thrilled by the positive commendation especially from one of our pioneer elders who himself is a very good teacher. So next year when we start a new thread for our next meeting, hopefully if I still “alive”😂 I will let you all know what my new congregation pioneer meeting is like. ps due to do PSS this year❤️

more on that from the NYT i.e. "a U.S.-dominated alternative to the United Nations Security Council."

Destination being a straight in parking space, I prefer to reverse park (back in) because it makes driving out so much easier, especially since I have spent about 30 years driving a full-sized van.

Just a side note….54 years ago my mother taught me how to drive, she was a driving instructor. I still reverse park and at times hill stop and start exactly as she taught me. I never ever have trouble doing either. Her method works every time.😎

Precise accuracy in mathematics is needed to ensure that a craft launched from the planet Earth will reach the moon or some other celestial destination.