So, I bought a field.
It's a ten acre field on a slightly north-facing slope, a former oat, barley, and alfalfa field that had been fallow for probably a couple of decades before my purchase since it was part of a bundled development deal with additional adjacent parcels set-up for "suburban" housing in the mid-nineties, or - if you squint and use your imagination - small "hobby" farms. There were two ten acre parcels on the upper side of the hill, three five acre bits down below (in this case where down is north, at the base of the hill) with water and utility hookups in place.
I'd been interested in one of the lower, five acre parcels, but when I got a look at the Covenants and Restrictions in place which included a complicated formula for divvying up the irrigation rights, I backed away and turned my attention up the hill. Besides, the view was better. I had no idea what I might do with ten acres, but it was what was available that met certain criteria - one of which was that it be within walking distance of the town. Apart from that requirement, I was open to whatever the field wanted to tell me.
It told me to buy it.
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