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...

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...

Autumn 2026. In this imagined moment, I am steadying a young tree, making sure it has the support it needs to grow. That is what Wildwood means to me. When Dawne died, grief changed everything. Over time, I found purpose in the idea of planting something living in her memory. I want Wildwood Farms to become a place where families can honor loved ones with trees that are cared for, not just planted and forgotten. The land and the farm are still ahead of me. So are the hard days, the planning, and the work. But I kno...