Summer meadow
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Nestled in the heart of the Devonshire countryside, Summer Meadow Small Holdings is a peaceful retreat where nature thrives, and simplicity reigns. Spanning lush, green meadows,
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Mr grumpy ordered McDonald’s messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds 
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Mr grumpy ordered McDonald’s messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds 
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October 30, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Mr grumpy ordered McDonald’s messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds 
youtube.com/shorts/i_mEj...
youtube.com/shorts/i_mEj...
Mr grumpy ordered McDonald’s messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds 
youtube.com/shorts/i_mEj...
youtube.com/shorts/i_mEj...
Mr grumpy ordered McDonald’s messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds 
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October 30, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Mr grumpy ordered McDonald’s messed up order #grumpyface #grumpys #mcdonalds 
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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 horse’s bumper willow crop means we’ll be harvesting today. Honestly, survival of the bendiest.
The willow I planted last November has surrendered dramatically to the long, hot summer think Shakespearean death scene but quieter.
Silver lining?
A friendly horse’s bumper willow crop means we’ll be harvesting today. Honestly, survival of the bendiest.
September 21, 2025 at 7:58 AM
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 horse’s bumper willow crop means we’ll be harvesting today. Honestly, survival of the bendiest.
The willow I planted last November has surrendered dramatically to the long, hot summer think Shakespearean death scene but quieter.
Silver lining?
A friendly horse’s bumper willow crop means we’ll be harvesting today. Honestly, survival of the bendiest.
September 16, 2025 at 11:54 AM
Day 256 of Summer Meadow Update: Today I’m taking a train. Trains are gloriously middle-class—above the bus (poor people’s chariot), beneath the car (rich people’s throne). So here I sit, suspended in class purgatory, sipping tea, wondering if the driver wears tweed.
September 14, 2025 at 9:18 AM
Day 256 of Summer Meadow Update: Today I’m taking a train. Trains are gloriously middle-class—above the bus (poor people’s chariot), beneath the car (rich people’s throne). So here I sit, suspended in class purgatory, sipping tea, wondering if the driver wears tweed.
September 13, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Day 255 of Summer Meadow Forecast: Sunshine Sunday with scattered showers, like the universe can’t quite commit to a mood. Somewhere between “beach day” and “bring a towel.” With a hint of rosemary, because apparently even the weather’s gone artis-anal.
September 13, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Day 255 of Summer Meadow Forecast: Sunshine Sunday with scattered showers, like the universe can’t quite commit to a mood. Somewhere between “beach day” and “bring a towel.” With a hint of rosemary, because apparently even the weather’s gone artis-anal.
A brush Pony fed the pony walk the dogs Pet the sheep said hi to the chickens now it’s cup of tea time
September 13, 2025 at 8:36 AM
A brush Pony fed the pony walk the dogs Pet the sheep said hi to the chickens now it’s cup of tea time
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.
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.
September 11, 2025 at 9:03 AM
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.
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 I’m taking a radical decision: a pamper day. Self-care is, after all, future-farming.
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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 I’m taking a radical decision: a pamper day. Self-care is, after all, future-farming.
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Let’s give it a try #lifeisbutadream #letsgiveitago #funny #foodlover #music #askaround
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September 9, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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 I’m taking a radical decision: a pamper day. Self-care is, after all, future-farming.
youtube.com/shorts/KADn9...
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 I’m taking a radical decision: a pamper day. Self-care is, after all, future-farming.
youtube.com/shorts/KADn9...
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
September 8, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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.
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.
September 7, 2025 at 7:07 AM
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.
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.
Day 249 at Summer Meadow
Autumn has arrived, crisp and certain, like a page turning. The meadow hums with the smell of apples, earth, and wool.
Harvest calls sheep nod wisely, ponies stomp approval, hens plot feasts.
Even Ted senses the shift, pacing like a black sentinel of change.
Autumn has arrived, crisp and certain, like a page turning. The meadow hums with the smell of apples, earth, and wool.
Harvest calls sheep nod wisely, ponies stomp approval, hens plot feasts.
Even Ted senses the shift, pacing like a black sentinel of change.
September 6, 2025 at 9:09 AM
Day 249 at Summer Meadow
Autumn has arrived, crisp and certain, like a page turning. The meadow hums with the smell of apples, earth, and wool.
Harvest calls sheep nod wisely, ponies stomp approval, hens plot feasts.
Even Ted senses the shift, pacing like a black sentinel of change.
Autumn has arrived, crisp and certain, like a page turning. The meadow hums with the smell of apples, earth, and wool.
Harvest calls sheep nod wisely, ponies stomp approval, hens plot feasts.
Even Ted senses the shift, pacing like a black sentinel of change.
Shocking: Hyundai’s new Georgia plant just faced an ICE raid. Entire Korean setup crew arrested, facing deportation. The $50B investment once headed to the U.S. may now shift to the EU. Big money, bigger fallout watch this space.
September 6, 2025 at 9:07 AM
Shocking: Hyundai’s new Georgia plant just faced an ICE raid. Entire Korean setup crew arrested, facing deportation. The $50B investment once headed to the U.S. may now shift to the EU. Big money, bigger fallout watch this space.
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Bless all the people who ripped RFK Jr. a new asshole today.
September 5, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Bless all the people who ripped RFK Jr. a new asshole today.
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If you turn down the volume, RFK Jr looks like a guy testifying about why the tanning bed industry needs a bailout.
September 4, 2025 at 10:10 PM
If you turn down the volume, RFK Jr looks like a guy testifying about why the tanning bed industry needs a bailout.
September 4, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Day 246 of summer meadow
Morning everyone
Morning everyone
September 4, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Day 246 of summer meadow
Morning everyone
Morning everyone
Day 245 at Summer Meadow
Wednesday wisdom whispers: stop, breathe, and take five. The world is loud, but tea is louder in its own quiet way. Pour a cup of dream tea, let it cool, and watch the meadow tilt toward wonder.
Wednesday wisdom whispers: stop, breathe, and take five. The world is loud, but tea is louder in its own quiet way. Pour a cup of dream tea, let it cool, and watch the meadow tilt toward wonder.
September 3, 2025 at 10:52 AM
Day 245 at Summer Meadow
Wednesday wisdom whispers: stop, breathe, and take five. The world is loud, but tea is louder in its own quiet way. Pour a cup of dream tea, let it cool, and watch the meadow tilt toward wonder.
Wednesday wisdom whispers: stop, breathe, and take five. The world is loud, but tea is louder in its own quiet way. Pour a cup of dream tea, let it cool, and watch the meadow tilt toward wonder.