My father has been working in the forest all his life. Though not educated he has learnt the names of all plants in our Nordic environment. And their names in Latin and the meanings of their Latin names
His sister embroidered plants on tablecloth, linen and aprons - textiles that are hardly used anymore. Her
house is standing by its own, all surrounded with forest, but she hardly went outdoors.
Every summer in the country house I found myself cutting, sawing or digging up plants to make space for
me and my family.
In different ways we try to organize the nature around us, to keep it understandable and under control. A
way of showing our sovereignty or just a fear of being reduced to a part of it?