branchwater farms

Look down at the Hudson Valley as a bird would. Orient yourself along the broad, north-south spine of the river, with emerald forests and flaxen fields spreading outward in succession. Drift lower. A gentle hollow, banked by soft hills east and west, draws the eye. The fine vein of a creek, the glint of a barn roof come into view. If you glide over at just the right late-summer moment, you’ll be pulled closer by the sight of a rumpled white quilt — a field of buckwheat in full flower, growing waist-high and humming with life from root to bloom.

Welcome to Branchwater Farms.