From the field
This image is how I picture a day at Wildwood: dirt on my shirt, trees waiting to be planted, and work worth coming home tired from. When Dawne died in 2016, I had no idea what to do with the love and grief she left behind. Over time, I began dreaming of a tree farm where families could honor someone they miss by planting something living. I do not own the land or have a working farm yet. But I can see the purpose clearly: choose the right trees, care for them through the seasons, and give people a place to return, remember, and watch life grow. Wildwood is not my way of moving on from Dawne. It is my way of carrying her love forward, one tree and one family at a time.