These images show two sides of my Wildwood dream. In one, I study the needles of a pine. In the other, I…

These images show two sides of my Wildwood dream. In one, I study the needles of a pine. In the other, I stand before a farm sign that, for now, exists only in my imagination. After Dawne died, grief changed how I saw the future. I spent years carrying love and loss without knowing what to do with either. Trees gave that love a direction. I want to find land, raise healthy trees, and create a place where families can plant one in memory of someone they miss. They could return through the years and watch a living tribute take root. Wildwood is not an operating farm. It is the purpose that grew out of my grief, and the promise I want to keep working toward for Dawne and for others who know what it means to lose someone.