Autumn 2026. This portrait shows the Wildwood I picture in my mind: a quiet afternoon, a work-worn hoodie, and trees growing beyond the frame. The farm is still a dream,...

Autumn 2026. This portrait shows the Wildwood I picture in my mind: a quiet afternoon, a work-worn hoodie, and trees growing beyond the frame. The farm is still a dream, and I have much to learn about finding land, raising healthy trees, and caring for them through the seasons. But the reason behind it is clear. After losing Dawne, I learned that love does not end when a life does. I want to create a place where families can plant a tree for someone they miss and return to watch it grow. I hope Wildwood becomes mor...

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 p...