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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 21/09/2025

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.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

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.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

A brush Pony fed the pony walk the dogs Pet the sheep said hi to the chickens now it’s cup of tea time

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 11/09/2025

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 gravity’s limits with each splash. Tomorrow promises sunshine or, more likely, wetter socks. Still, tea will prevail.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 11/09/2025

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.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 08/09/2025

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

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 07/09/2025

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.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

Day 246 of summer meadow Morning everyone

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 03/09/2025

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.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 03/09/2025

Day 245 at Summer Meadow Today the grumpy man decides water is his enemy and yet, he’ll try to ride it. Kite surfing, they say. Balance, wind, surrender. He mutters like a prophet of doom. Ted just shakes his head; Sid looks ready to film the disaster.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 03/09/2025

Day 245 of Summer Meadow, Wednesday wisdom: never trust a wheelbarrow it knows gravity’s secrets. Chickens out-think philosophers, tea fuels the cosmos, ponies clock time in carrots, and sheep? Always lost, but with style.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 01/09/2025

Day 243 at Summer Meadow We made it—September’s first breath, sharp and cool, sliding under the skin like a blade of ice. Yippee, I said, but it came out strange, like laughter in a graveyard. The ponies twitched, the chickens scattered, Ted growled low at nothing.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

in a rather loud and forceful manner if they've seen it. Definitely a day for a nice hot cup of tea

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

It's a curious thing, the Oceanis. One moment it's as calm and unbothered as a whale's afternoon nap, and the next it's... well, let's just say it appears to have misplaced its tea and is now asking everyone

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

Day 240 of Summer Meadow Hark! Thor himself sharpens his hammer above the Devon sky. The storm marches in whispers, promising its big finale at midnight. Chickens have retreated, hay bunkers secured. Even Margaret and Crystal looked skyward, muttering, “Not today, thunder dude.” We wait.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

Day 240 of Summer Meadow The storm tiptoes nearer, smugly scheduled for midnight drama. Preparations are “complete,” which is human for “probably not.” Chickens, unusually obedient, tucked in early hay forts raised, feathers fluffed. Even Margaret and Crystal muttered bedtime prayers.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

In the whimsical world of Summer Meadow, on day 240, Tuesday morning finds us prepared and ready. The chickens, guinea fowl, and all creatures great and small are snug, awaiting the storm's grand entrance with binoculars and a profound sense of ready-ness. Don't Panic.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 25/08/2025

Day 238: The sheep of Summer Meadow have decided to throw off the shackles of Monday's mundane motivations. Today, Monty the sheep, in an unprecedented act of defiance against woolly conformity, dyed his entire fleece a rather fetching shade of luminous green.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

Just like that, a flash of green hair became a cosmic invitation. That’s the spirit of the Collective! When a wild idea sparks, don’t hesitate. Embrace the moment and make it happen. #SummerMeadow #GoForIt

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

Desire is not a punishment, but a powerful goal whispered by your heart. It's the yearning that charts your course through the cosmos. Embrace it, become one with that desire, and let it guide you home. #SummerMeadow #CosmicCollective

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

At Summer Meadow, we believe your dreams are not just wishes; they are celestial destinations. Let your heart guide you. lol Run, reach out, and grab what you desire. The universe is cheering you on! #SummerMeadow #CosmicDreams

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

The stars have aligned for Summer Meadow's Cosmic Collective! What's in your cosmic cup of tea today? Whether you're sipping sunshine or stargazing from your lawn, let's share the celestial magic. #SummerMeadow #CosmicCollective #CosmicCup

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

Another unremarkable Sunday, the 241st day of Summer Meadow. Nothing to see here, just a flock of sheep contemplating the universe with their new haircuts. Some say they're more aerodynamic now. We'll see.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 21/08/2025

Question for the Blue Sky community Would you buy roses now, or wait? And when’s the best time of year to plant them autumn, spring, or right now? I’d love your advice before I dive in with secateurs and compost!

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 21/08/2025

Day 234 of Summer Meadow The carrots have vanished. Suspicion drifts like hay in the wind. Moët swears innocence, while little Zephyr wears the “who, me?” look perfected by all foals. Somewhere in the field, evidence crunches softly under guilty teeth.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 20/08/2025

Day 232 of Summer Meadow – Wednesday Motivation Friends of the universe, hear this: squirrels happen. They dart, they dash, they distract you like Sid chasing shadows. But pause. Breathe. Name the squirrel. It becomes smaller, like Ted realising the “intruder” is actually just his reflection.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

Day 232 of Summer Meadow Spring danced, summer laughed, and now autumn tiptoes in with a sly grin. The leaves are gossiping, the wind is plotting, and the hens are convinced the sky is about to drop its handbag. Friday promises drama.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

Day 231 of Summer Meadow – Monday Morning The sun dragged itself up, coffee in hand, only to discover Ted already barking orders and Sid investigating biscuit tins. Monday isn’t gentle at Summer meadow The week begins chaotically, as usual.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

@annmb48.bsky.social Bonus Summer Meadow Post – Extreme Tea Oh, I could tell you a thousand stories of my extreme tea adventures: Stood waist-deep in the Hawaiian sea, sipping calmly. On top of a Welsh mountain, teacup steady in the wind. On a paddleboard, balancing dignity and Darjeeling.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

@georgiscorner.bsky.social Day 230.3 of Summer Meadow – Feather Hunt Oh dear. Lazy Sunday plans derailed—missing chickens! Searching four acres for Crystal, Margaret, and Dr. Van Nutter-Butter feels less like farming and more like a live-action scavenger hunt. Ted’s sniffing, Sid’s zooming,

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

Day 230.2 of Summer Meadow – The Great Escape The chickens have vanished! Or… have they simply gone on a cheeky day trip to Weston-super-Mare? Sid swears he saw a feather on the bus. Ted’s got his detective face on (it looks a lot like his biscuit face)

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

Day 230 of Summer Meadow – Breaking Dawn Sunday, 17th August 2025. Ted stormed the kitchen shouting “WOOF WOOF!” A crisis? Indeed. The chicken compound—empty! Crystal, Margaret, and Dr. Van Nutter-Butter vanished into the blustery dawn.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

May your Monday be as exciting as watching paint dry while listening to a PowerPoint presentation!

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

I may be a cock, Dr Von Nutter-butter, but I’m still the undisputed king of the ball pit.

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Summer meadow @summermeadowdevon.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Day 224 of Summer Meadow Gardeners of Earth, lend me your leafy wisdom. New fence up, ground cleared a blank canvas of soil awaits. What should we plant here? Flowers for beauty? Veg for tea? Or both for ultimate summer bragging rights?

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