In this imagined Wildwood Farms portrait, my shirt is covered in dirt and the barn already bears the W. In reality, I am still working toward the land. Losing Dawne in 2016 left me searching for somewhere to put the love that grief could not erase. The dream of a tree farm gave that love a purpose. I want to grow trees that families can plant in memory of someone they miss, then return to see them reach higher with every passing year. This is not about wearing the name on a shirt. It is about earning it through pat...
