Living with the Land

There was a time when a little grove like this wouldn’t have lasted a week. Someone would’ve called it “unused land,” cleared it out, poured concrete over it. Back then, the land was something to wrestle into shape.

Turns out, the land got tired. And it found a way to heal itself in spite of us...

S'pose you could say that's why, here in Loftia, we tend to the land that keeps us rooted. — Herb