From the field
Autumn 2026. This is how I picture myself at Wildwood: dirt on the hoodie, a long day behind me, and more work waiting in the morning. I do not own the farm yet. After losing Dawne, I needed somewhere for the love and grief to go. Planting trees became more than an idea. It became a purpose. I want to find the right land, raise healthy trees, and build a place where families can plant in memory of someone they miss. I want them to return through the years and find something living where loss once felt final. This photo is a glimpse of the future I am working toward, not a claim that it already exists. If I get Wildwood right, the trees will outlive me, and the love behind them will keep growing.