Set sights upon a chunk of good land in the hills to the south of Rochester and Buffalo.
Set about growing any number of wonderful vegetables and fruits.
Be prepared to go it alone.

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It follows that those whom we admire from afar will be attracted to idiots. It follows that those whom we admire from afar will travel in opposite directions from the silent admirer. I want to compare it to Quantum physics, really, about the Uncertainty Principle (where I cannot determine both the location and the velocity of that which is being observed, or, in my example, that which is admired) and, even more so, the strange fact that our simple observation alters the state of the observed. Of course.

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Winter is easily discerned by the Winds it sends as its advance guard. Blasts from the North and West scraping through the recently barren-ed trees and across the hibernating ground sound the imminent arrival of Winter like a trumpet blast from the approaching herald. After the Winds read aloud their proclamations, there is only a few moments left to be ready.

In those winds I scan the horizon for a break in the steely grey skies. A glimmer of that dying golden Autumnal light. So that I may once more sink spade into the sod. That I may once more walk through the garden and cover the endangered Thymes and Fennels. That I may imagine there being a purpose to it all.