There’s an orchard I love. It’s just North of Bloomfield on the left hand side. I’ve walked this farm for two years. Our ciders are rooted in this soil. Every apple we touch comes from this place.
In the orchard I love is a tree I love. For two years I’ve watched her. Birds nest in her. Flowers erupt from her. Apples pull her toward a living Earth.
She dances in the wind.
Two years I’ve dreamt of this place. I’ve dreamt of this orchard and this soil and this tree.
Then the dream turned real. Welcome to FieldBird’s Bloomfield farm.