Farm on Fifth Avenue started in my small city apartment dwarfed by skyscrapers and the sound of traffic. As a then burnt out engineer, I often dreamt of waking in a Fifth Avenue high-rise and opening French doors not to the city, but to acres of quiet, restorative, verdant fields. This dream shaped my belief that there's no need to choose. Pockets of natural serenity can be found in even the densest of concrete jungles, like a Farm on Fifth Avenue.