Can you smell freshness in the air today? It's a sunny daylight in the countryside.

As the sun rises on another beautiful day, let's cherish the simple pleasures—whether it's nurturing our garden or sharing smiles in our inviting kitchen. The Schmidt's oakfields extend a hearty welcome to our furry friends @Sethlore @TheHansley @Rockstartaesan @TheWyrmharrow @Larousee @MONSVITY @Delmeist @TheAusteense @TheDoucheron @Monarchyson @SylvanOth @TheHalton to enjoy a mensiversary of peace and abundance with us. May our homestead resonate with the echoes of our tender bonds, amidst livestock grazing, gardens flourishing, and the homely scents of fresh, homegrown fare wafting through our kitchen. Let love and togetherness fill this day!

Sending warm hugs,
The Schmidt Family.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Hype us howlss!

ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement @SoeurLand, @Hauntminds, and @TheRosenvelt we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow

The autumn bells whisper softly as a gentle embrace drifts your way, dearest @TheWyrmharrow. Carried by the mellow breeze of fall, it brings warmth, care, and quiet affection—like leaves that fall to make room for new wonders. May this little hug remind you that you’re cherished beyond words, wrapped in tenderness as the season folds into gold. So brew your tea, smile at the dusk, and let the hush of autumn hold you close.

Brushed in amber hues,
Wyrmharrows Juhoon.

The autumn bells whisper softly as a gentle embrace drifts your way, dearest @thewyrmharrow. Carried by the mellow breeze of fall, it brings warmth, care, and quiet affection—like leaves that fall to make room for new wonders. May this little hug remind you that you’re cherished beyond words, wrapped in tenderness as the season folds into gold. So brew your tea, smile at the dusk, and let the hush of autumn hold you close.

Brushed in amber hues,
starseer.

i love you, wymharrow & howls.

ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@ThePendleton, @polkariot, @ReverieOfAmity, @StreakOfHawkeye @VenturesKarina, @GowanSuite, @courthlace, @wallisterr, @Wythers, @Samniont, &. @Berthouven.
—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow