our story

when a friend asked me to put bouquets together for her wedding, the feeling was obsessive. i like to explain it as though i was on a flower high. i could not stop. flowers had become a part of me. it was in my blood. my pal’s wedding was the catalyst that i needed to set my spark on fire. i knew i had to have my hands on flowers from then until forever.

flash back to forever ago…my grandma nini owned a floral shop and designed flowers of her own. go figure. my passion, quite literally, in my blood.

the name wild fern, stems (pun intended) from my days spent on my parents farm as a young girl wandering around the forest behind our old red barn. i used to play in the creek and stare up into the tree canopy, dreaming. always barefoot and extremely comfortable in that wild forested setting. a familiar plant that lines the canyon is the sword fern. i love how ferns grow in such a beautifully organic way. and so wild fern became the name for my beloved florals.

a little something about me personally…

you can call me an old soul. a one-liner lover. facinated by the romance of all things vintage. i live in a beautiful, tiny farming community with my husband and our two baby girls, who run the show.