Aaaaand they're gone…

Drought builds character. (I'm going to keep telling myself this until I believe it.)

A bucket left in the rain becomes a mosquito nursery. Small neglect breeds big problems.

On Thaco Thursday, remember to warm up your thorthillas.

You’re not alone. You’re just surrounded by people pretending to be okay.

Hope is not a heat source.

Calves are thugs who care not for cyclists.

You don’t need to burn it all down. You just need to stop feeding it. But maybe if it doesn't stop eating...

Got a text from my neighbor about somebody vandalizing my wife’s landscaping.

Every website wants me to accept cookies, subscribe, enable notifications, and sell my data for scraps of dopamine. I just wanted the recipe for banana bread.

Morning coffee, crow call, and goats plotting something complex. Feels like a normal day.

Eating cereal at night breaks time, not rules.

Silence in a meeting means dissent in private.

Macho Man enjoys his favorite tree.

Thanks to Politico, an extreme conservative is suddenly persona non grata in #vtpoli-land. I could have told you — actually, I DID tell you — about his extremism three years ago. And there are more like him in the Republican Statehouse caucuses. thevpo.org/2025/10/14/i...

Growth hides in decay more often than in bloom.

The roof and the rain are co-conspirators.

There is a real joy in catching the sun right during farm chores. youtu.be/UyfARNznWp4

“What’s with these kids today? Back in my day we only had six and nine.”

I’ve never met a content person who wasn’t also a little weird. Peace and conformity don’t mix.

Pumpkin season

Dust motes are indoor constellations.

My ducks keep mistaking reflections for enemies. Same, honestly.

Every barn is haunted by at least one unfinished project.

Empires collapse. Wildflowers don’t care.

Mornings like these are everything.

Is there a “Is there a seahorse emoji?” for in-person conversations?

My cows have stronger boundaries than most people I know.

If the barn cats ever form a shadow government, I’ll vote for them.

In Peacham, the hills wake wearing silver beards.

The government shutdown hit day 14. Somewhere a senator is tweeting some nonsensical fantasy about “preventing illegals from getting free healthcare” while park rangers pawn their gear.

A jar rolled on the grocery belt. The woman behind caught it with both palms, then set the divider like a guardrail.

Spiders are librarians filing secrets into silk.

Astrid and Elvis

Stairs are gravity’s favorite teeth.

This feels like an Aprl Fools story. How is it not an April Fools story?

Every voice in a Charlie Brown holiday special belongs to a child who eventually paid taxes, got wrinkles, and exited this mortal coil.

By 2026, 90% of all news stories will simply be recaps of TikToks and good Reddit posts.

I buy fancy notebooks, write one page, and then decide they’re too sacred for my actual thoughts.

Trying to get a thumbnail for the new YouTube video. Sun’s perfect, cows cooperating, camera rolling. Then I realize I’ve spent ten minutes posing like a motivational speaker who lost his notes. Peak YouTube cringe.

Every small act of repair is an insult to entropy.

The storm was praised for washing away rivals…until it flooded their own fields.

Hope isn’t a feeling. It’s a chore. You do it even when the weather’s wrong.

Heifers this age don’t follow. They negotiate.

A rooster never wonders if he’s cringe. That’s why he wins every morning.

The war between Vermont's Lt. Governor and his hometown is friggn' wild. www.wcax.com/2025/10/07/l...

“Any institution that yields to these broad and intrusive demands would give up its legal rights and would forever be subservient to the whims of the government.” @brendannyhan.bsky.social & Lisa Fazio www.msnbc.com/opinion/msnb...

“The Trump tariffs are shrinking incomes and exploding expenses for farmers, who, thanks to a president they still overwhelmingly support, fear losing their farms.” The article fails to attempt an unpacking of why this is the case. I wonder why.

I never write better than when it rains. Maybe because the world finally sounds like how my brain feels most days.

The NYT calling Hegseth’s anti-DEI rant “pretty good” is how authoritarianism launders itself through respectable fonts. You don’t need tanks in the streets when the paper of record hands out nuance passes to culture-war fascists.