Geraldine Mongold
@gamongold.bsky.social
She/her, park ranger, farmer, nature lover, fiddler, leftist. No content scrapers, crypto, mashers, zionists, or sex bots, please. My posts and comments express my views and no one else's.
I do NOT do Black Friday, but I did have to go get horse food after work, and even the feed store was a madhouse. I resisted the 6-foot metal chicken, the amaryllis bulbs, and the fancy barn coats, but I couldn't pass up the bargain on dog beds.
November 29, 2025 at 1:47 AM
I do NOT do Black Friday, but I did have to go get horse food after work, and even the feed store was a madhouse. I resisted the 6-foot metal chicken, the amaryllis bulbs, and the fancy barn coats, but I couldn't pass up the bargain on dog beds.
The administration is an organized crime syndicate.
November 28, 2025 at 3:09 PM
The administration is an organized crime syndicate.
It's pumpkin soup season!
November 26, 2025 at 12:13 AM
It's pumpkin soup season!
Block this idiotic MAGA account.
November 25, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Block this idiotic MAGA account.
My sprogling taught themselves to knit and then designed this.
November 23, 2025 at 11:45 PM
My sprogling taught themselves to knit and then designed this.
Today was a rough day at work. But at least the lake was beautiful.
November 22, 2025 at 10:57 PM
Today was a rough day at work. But at least the lake was beautiful.
My dad's notes in the margins...
November 21, 2025 at 1:35 AM
My dad's notes in the margins...
I hate those batten strips on the walls of a manufactured house. I also hate mudding wall joints. I hope my kid really likes their new room when it's done. 😬
November 20, 2025 at 9:21 PM
I hate those batten strips on the walls of a manufactured house. I also hate mudding wall joints. I hope my kid really likes their new room when it's done. 😬
Me at 14. Still a child. My favorite things were my horse, my viola, and playing handbells in the choir. I had a paper route.
I was not a woman.
I was not a woman.
November 20, 2025 at 4:40 PM
Me at 14. Still a child. My favorite things were my horse, my viola, and playing handbells in the choir. I had a paper route.
I was not a woman.
I was not a woman.
Little Julius adores his human SO MUCH.
November 20, 2025 at 2:15 AM
Little Julius adores his human SO MUCH.
Today included a tour of this partially restored plantation.
November 19, 2025 at 11:25 PM
Today included a tour of this partially restored plantation.
Try to grab THIS without an invitation and you'll lose some teeth out of your pretty face. Out of "fight, flight, or freeze," I only know how to do one thing.
November 19, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Try to grab THIS without an invitation and you'll lose some teeth out of your pretty face. Out of "fight, flight, or freeze," I only know how to do one thing.
The worst of the worst.
November 18, 2025 at 10:42 PM
The worst of the worst.
Perfect? Dunno, certainly impactful.
November 17, 2025 at 3:09 AM
Perfect? Dunno, certainly impactful.
The little curled up paws and the way he stares adoringly at his human. ❤️
November 17, 2025 at 12:33 AM
The little curled up paws and the way he stares adoringly at his human. ❤️
Well alrighty then.
November 16, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Well alrighty then.
Me at 13. Hair still in braids. Still riding on a child-sized saddle. A CHILD.
November 16, 2025 at 2:10 AM
Me at 13. Hair still in braids. Still riding on a child-sized saddle. A CHILD.
Unfiltered. Unruly. Unrepentant. This is 58. My goal is to live long enough to dance on the ashes of the patriarchy. Let's go.
November 15, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Unfiltered. Unruly. Unrepentant. This is 58. My goal is to live long enough to dance on the ashes of the patriarchy. Let's go.
I guess I'm not sitting there then.
November 15, 2025 at 2:08 AM
I guess I'm not sitting there then.
The bones of these mountains are old, hard, patient, enduring. Created when Pangaea was formed, they persist still, arguing with the water over who will have the last word.
November 14, 2025 at 8:21 PM
The bones of these mountains are old, hard, patient, enduring. Created when Pangaea was formed, they persist still, arguing with the water over who will have the last word.