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Shop Vintage Swedish Herbarium - Geranium Wood Cranesbill, circa 1962
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Vintage Swedish Herbarium - Geranium Wood Cranesbill, circa 1962

$295.00

They called it Wood Cranesbill, but that never did it justice.

You don’t stumble upon Geranium sylvaticum—you find it just off the path, as if it had been waiting for you all along. Blue-violet petals, delicate but with the sort of resilience you only learn from surviving northern forests and long Swedish summers.

Collected by someone who understood restraint. Who knew this wasn’t a flower for showy arrangements or grand declarations. It was for quiet mornings, for the slow unfolding of a journal page, for the kind of love that never needed to be loud.

Still here. Still lovely. Preserved proof that sometimes the forest keeps its own secrets.

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They called it Wood Cranesbill, but that never did it justice.

You don’t stumble upon Geranium sylvaticum—you find it just off the path, as if it had been waiting for you all along. Blue-violet petals, delicate but with the sort of resilience you only learn from surviving northern forests and long Swedish summers.

Collected by someone who understood restraint. Who knew this wasn’t a flower for showy arrangements or grand declarations. It was for quiet mornings, for the slow unfolding of a journal page, for the kind of love that never needed to be loud.

Still here. Still lovely. Preserved proof that sometimes the forest keeps its own secrets.

They called it Wood Cranesbill, but that never did it justice.

You don’t stumble upon Geranium sylvaticum—you find it just off the path, as if it had been waiting for you all along. Blue-violet petals, delicate but with the sort of resilience you only learn from surviving northern forests and long Swedish summers.

Collected by someone who understood restraint. Who knew this wasn’t a flower for showy arrangements or grand declarations. It was for quiet mornings, for the slow unfolding of a journal page, for the kind of love that never needed to be loud.

Still here. Still lovely. Preserved proof that sometimes the forest keeps its own secrets.

9.5” x 15.75”

Custom framing available upon request, please inquire.