The ferns dream. Who ever would dare to disturb the season of rest? Me or you? We gather to to find some dark inspiration, earthy and warm, a remembrance of past summer nights in the forest. Be welcome to stroll through this site. Find yourself some wildwool to connect with your ancestors crafts. Follow the lines that caught the eye, carved pictures in the wandering mind or warm the spirits with a sacred thought, animistic blessing.

Wildwool

The Badger face mountain sheep are free to roam, breathing the cold air of wintering sky. Leaving their summer wool behind for weaving new dreams.

Carved

A line, a hint, a scar, a print. What seed will grow with patience and time?

Spirit

A sacred thought, a story, a blessing. The ferns silently awaken in the undergrowth as poetic syllables, awaiting the light.

We wait for the ferns’ arrival in the upcoming spring, but feel connected in wild winter sleep…