From the field
Autumn 2026. In this imagined moment at Wildwood, I am studying a young evergreen, not thinking about how quickly it can grow but how long I can care for it. After Dawne died, I learned that love can remain even when the person we love is gone. That is what first drew me to memorial trees. I dream of a farm where families plant in someone's memory, then have a place to return through changing seasons. A planting day is only the beginning. Roots need room, trees need protection, and promises need tending. I have not built Wildwood Farms or acquired the land yet. But I know the kind of work I want it to stand for: patient, honest care that turns remembrance into something living for years to come.