Wildwood started with a loss I never learned to make sense of. When Dawne died, I was left carrying love with nowhere to put it. For years grief was the loudest thing in my life. Somewhere along the way, trees became a way to imagine giving that love roots. These two scenes are how I picture the work: hands on a shovel, seedlings ready for soil, a quiet cup of coffee after a long morning. The farm is still a dream, not land I own. But I want to build a place where someone missing a loved one can plant a tree, come back, and see that remembrance is still growing. I cannot bring Dawne back. I can honor her by making something living for others. That is the heart of Wildwood.
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Wildwood started with a loss I never learned to make sense of. When Dawne died, I was left carrying love…
A contributor perspective from Killebrew, presented by Heather Killebrew.
Conceptual Wildwood Farms portrait of Joey wearing a plaid work shirt and leather gardening glove, resting his arm on a wooden tool handle beside young evergreen trees.
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Conceptual portrait of Joey sitting on the tailgate of a pickup truck, holding a metal coffee mug, surrounded by young evergreen trees with a rustic farm building in the background.
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