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,...
