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#newyork
#usa
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#McDonaldβs
#newyork
#usa
Mr grumpy ordered McDonaldβs messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds οΏΌ
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Mr grumpy ordered McDonaldβs messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds οΏΌ
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Continent subscriptions to a silly childrenβs network is not going to sort out your democracy is it?
So United States is not democracy anymore what are you not gonna do about it?
Day 260 of Summer Meadow
The willow I planted last November has surrendered dramatically to the long, hot summer think Shakespearean death scene but quieter.
Silver lining?
A friendly horseβs bumper willow crop means weβll be harvesting today. Honestly, survival of the bendiest.
Please explain whatβs happening?
Pick me !
Pick me!
Follow me!!
@reformexposed.bsky.social
News just seen Donald Trumpβs arrived at United Kingdom everybody in the UK think heβs I hate to use the word but a dickhead heβs walking around thinking his knees Mr. Iβm fix it he couldnβt fix a plug.
Taco Tuesday does that mean Donald Trumpβs doing a U-turn again?
Morning everyone
Day 256 of Summer Meadow Update: Today Iβm taking a train. Trains are gloriously middle-classβabove the bus (poor peopleβs chariot), beneath the car (rich peopleβs throne). So here I sit, suspended in class purgatory, sipping tea, wondering if the driver wears tweed.
There is no democracy there is a power with money
@reformexposed.bsky.social
We have lost
The press is behind Nigel Farage
Day 255 of Summer Meadow Forecast: Sunshine Sunday with scattered showers, like the universe canβt quite commit to a mood. Somewhere between βbeach dayβ and βbring a towel.β With a hint of rosemary, because apparently even the weatherβs gone artis-anal.
Farmers
A brush Pony fed the pony walk the dogs Pet the sheep said hi to the chickens now itβs cup of tea time
Forward-looking
Rain teaches patience. Ponies squelch, sheep look soggy, hens act like waterproof philosophers. Super Ted eyes puddles with heroic suspicion while Sid tests gravityβs limits with each splash.
Tomorrow promises sunshine or, more likely, wetter socks. Still, tea will prevail.
Day 253 of Summer Meadow
The rain finally stopped, as if the universe hit pause to let us breathe. Ten minutes of silence, a fragile truce between sky and soil.
Then predictably the clouds regrouped, rolled their eyes, and dumped yet another aquatic sequel.
Day 252 of Summer Meadow
Today the meadow is running perfectly without me. The chickens are gossiping, the sheep are deep in grass philosophy, and the ponies are almost smug. So Iβm taking a radical decision: a pamper day. Self-care is, after all, future-farming.
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lol
@thegodpodcast.com
Vote for Trump to become #emperor
The summer dead, a bloated thing, lies moldering in the tall grass. A chill wind whispers through the corn stalks. Something foul and ancient stirs in the September darkness. Best lock your doors. #SeptemberVibes #AutumnAwaits
Day 250 at Summer Meadow
Big update day the caravan has landed, shiny and smug on its wheels.
Think of it as a spaceship with teacups, a command centre disguised as cosy.
From the outside, it whispers adventure. From the inside, it promises naps.
The future whispers too: 2026 waiting with fences, willow sculptures, orchards swelling with promise.
Plans root themselves quietly in the soil today, dreaming of tomorrowβs shade. Sid chases falling leaves, unaware heβs chasing time.
Summer Meadow stands ready season by season, story by story.
