Horace Groundhog has never been known for asking—or thanking. But when a young hare named Tansy brings him soup and never asks why, he begins to grow something he didn’t expect: the urge to give something back.

Thistle Hedgehog reminds the bees when it’s time to pollinate. She always has. But when she forgets, and nothing falls apart, she begins to learn that trust might be as important as planning. A soft Widdershins Wood tale about letting go—just enough.

Suzette Duck had a plan. Or she might’ve. In this meandering, heart-soft Widdershins tale, she forgets what she was doing, makes a few lovely detours, and discovers that some days are meant not to be finished—but found.

Oswald Heron’s life is quiet, tidy, and just so—until a duck moves into his pond, scattering lily pads and rearranging everything, including his heart. A gentle Widdershins Wood story of change, laughter, and unexpected friendship.

Crochet is the art of looping yarn into emptiness — and still making something that holds. In this gentle reflection, we explore the quiet beauty of holes, lace, and the idea that not every space must be filled to be whole.

In Widdershins Wood, Mabel Toad tends a garden that grows sideways and out of season — wild with marigolds, surprises, and the slow company of a snail named Thimble. The neighbors worry she’s late. Mabel knows she’s just not rushed. A soft, slow story for lovers of mossy corners, quiet triumphs, and late bloomers.

Lady Bergamot reflects on quiet nature walks, cottagecore wisdom, and the comfort of cows named Fern and Rosie at the edge of spring.

She’s chipped. Faded. A little fragile. But I always reach for her first. A love letter to the teacup that taught me the quiet art of holding gently.

He did not leap. He simply listened. A quiet tale about stillness, patience, and the soft magic of choosing your moment — when it matters most.