Wildwood Heart Farm, LLC

08/04/2026

Just a day full of gratitude for the beauty around me

08/01/2026

This afternoon I walked in the peaceful rain, reminding me how much can change overnight. A flower blooms. A mushroom appears. A tree that stood yesterday may now rest on the forest floor.

Nature is always changing, yet it never seems to lose its peace, maybe that’s why it’s always felt like home to me… forever my happy place.

07/26/2026

A little fun in the farm….Nuh Huh 😂

07/19/2026

One of the things that makes me proud is seeing our Wildwood Heart Farm mullein make its way to Cedar Rock H**p Co. 🌿💚

Every leaf starts right here on our little Appalachian foothills farm, grown the way nature intended. No pesticides. No herbicides. No shortcuts. Just healthy soil, sunshine, rain, and a whole lot of love and respect for the land.

Mullein has been treasured in Appalachian folk medicine@ for generations, and knowing we’re able to provide a clean, naturally grown harvest is something I’ll always be proud of.

When you choose herbs, you’re choosing what goes into your body. That’s why we’ve always believed what you don’t put on a plant is just as important as what you do.💚🌿

**In Stock at Cedar Rock H**p Co.
2157 Wilkesboro Blvd
Lenoir, NC

07/19/2026

The plum harvest is almost here. 💜

Y’all, just look at this old tree, in about another week she’ll be ready, and I swear she’s carrying more plums than leaves this year.
There’s something about watching fruit slowly blush from green to pink that reminds me not to rush life. Mother Nature works on her own schedule, and she’s rarely wrong.
Most folks think of plums as cobblers, jams, and jelly and don’t get me wrong, I love every bit of that but plums are little powerhouses too. They’re packed with antioxidants, fiber, vitamins, and beneficial plant compounds. Plum extracts have even been studied for their potential to support healthy blood pressure and heart health as part of an overall healthy lifestyle.
Every summer this old tree gives without asking for a thing in return. Soon there’ll be purple-stained fingers, baskets overflowing, jars lined up on the counter, and probably a cobbler cooling on the stove.

I reckon that’s one of the sweetest parts of living close to the land. Every season has its own gift and plum season is one of my favorites.

Have y’all ever picked plums straight off the tree? 💜🌳

07/16/2026

Poor Goldenrod… y’all have been blamed for something you didn’t do. 🌼💛

Every year, as soon as folks start sneezing, Goldenrod gets pointed at like the neighborhood troublemaker. But the truth is, Goldenrod usually isn’t the culprit at all.

The real offender is often ragweed. Goldenrod’s pollen is heavy and sticky because it relies on bees, butterflies, and other pollinators to carry it from flower to flower. It doesn’t float through the air in great clouds looking for your nose. Ragweed, on the other hand, has tiny, lightweight pollen that rides the wind for miles. It’s easy to miss because its flowers are plain and green, while poor Goldenrod is standing there in all its bright yellow glory taking the blame.
Late in the season, when so many other flowers have faded, Goldenrod becomes a lifeline for bees preparing for winter, migrating monarchs, native butterflies, moths, beetles, and countless other pollinators. More than a hundred species of insects depend on it, and those insects, in turn, feed our songbirds and other wildlife. It’s one of the plants that helps hold an entire ecosystem together.
Our ancestors knew Goldenrod for more than its beauty. They brewed it into teas, used it in traditional herbal remedies for urinary and kidney support, sore muscles, and inflammation, and even used the flowers to create beautiful natural yellow dyes. Today, research continues to explore some of its antioxidant and anti-inflammatory compounds, though it’s important to remember it isn’t a substitute for medical care.
That splash of yellow isn’t making you miserable. It’s feeding the bees, carrying the butterflies into the next generation, nourishing wildlife, and reminding us that sometimes the loudest accusations are aimed at the wrong one.

Poor Goldenrod deserves an apology. 💛🌼

07/09/2026

People ask me all the time why I leave the Black-eyed Susans, tickseed, and all the other wildflowers standing after they’ve dried up.

Y’all…they aren’t dead.

They’re just serving a different purpose now.

Those seed heads feed goldfinches and other birds through the winter. The hollow stems become tiny homes for native bees and other beneficial insects. Butterflies, moths, fireflies, beetles, they all use what’s left behind in ways most of us never stop to notice.

What looks messy to us is home to something else.

I think we’ve gotten so used to making everything neat and tidy that we’ve forgotten how nature works. Nature doesn’t clean up on our schedule, so around here, we let the meadow be a meadow.
We leave the flowers standing because every stem, every seed, every dried leaf is part of the next generation. It’s next year’s butterflies. Next spring’s bees. More birds singing from the fence posts. More wildflowers blooming.

That “messy” little meadow?

It’s hope, it’s a nursery, it’s tomorrow.

Sometimes the best thing we can do for nature is holding our horses and simply leaving well enough alone and letting Mother Nature finish what she started. 🌼🐝🦋

07/07/2026

What better way to spend the day than drinking iced tea beneath the fairy plum tree?

The pages of your book flutter in the breeze while the summer warmth settles over you, your eyelids grow heavy. Your belly full of cathead biscuits, sweet plum jelly, and fresh-churned butter, and for a little while, the world expects nothing of you. Time moved slowly beneath that old tree, measured only by the turning of a page, the song of the cicadas, and the gentle sway of the branches overhead.

Lazy summer days, lessons in contentment, wrapped in the scent of warm earth, the sweetness of ripe plums, and the comfort of knowing you belong to a place as surely as the old tree itself.



📸credit: Eckard Photography

07/06/2026

Did you know we are a pollinator sanctuary?!

Our little patch of land hums with life.

As a pollinator sanctuary, Wildwood Heart Farm is home to bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, dragonflies, and so many other tiny creatures that keep our world growing. It’s a reminder that sometimes “doing less” is one of the greatest gifts we can give the earth.

Nature knows what she’s doing, just give her the space.
🌼🐝🦋

07/03/2026