08/09/2026
Growing a Living Legacy
Planting for the herd, wildlife, and generations yet to come.
I cannot choose the inheritance I received.
I can choose the inheritance I leave.
Today, I turn fifty-nine.
Instead of waiting until my sixtieth birthday to celebrate, Iâve decided to spend the next 365 days preparing for it.
My hope is simple, though perhaps a little ambitious: to plant sixty trees on our farm by the time I turn sixty. In the three years we have stewarded this land we have already planted twelve. Forty eight to go or grow may be more fitting.
Not all at once.
Not without thought.
Over the coming year Iâll be working with our local extension office, learning from experts, mapping the land, and listening carefully to what this land is asking for. I have been intentional about all the planting thus far and remain committed to the welfare of this potent land.
â˘Some will shelter horses and donkeys
â˘Some will soften the wind and quiet the road.
â˘Some will restore habitat for foxes, birds, and countless unseen lives.
â˘Some will stand beside trees that have weathered for centuries.
Together they are my declaration that legacy is not measured by what we possess, but by what we help flourish.
Every planting is an invitation rather than a claim.
May those who come after me inherit a place that is richer, more generous, and more alive than the one entrusted to me.
I invite you to follow along. Witness the growth, the mistakes and watch for opportunities to join in some dirt digging fun.
*Picture is one of three Big-tooth Aspens we planted in the soon to be ~Aspen Grove. Three were planted honoring special people. A Son
A Father
A Friend
Growing a living legacy feels like the best way to celebrate what redemption can look like.
Not forgetting
Not erasing
Creating something so alive that the past is no longer the loudest voice in the landscape đ¤