I remember driving up to Saskatchewan from North Dakota, along the edge of Montana. My wife thought we were looking at the unsettling of the west. It seemed we were looking at corporate megafarms and abandoned houses, all the way through both the US and Canadian sides. All those myths in the movies were based on a very short period of time, long gone.
But I choose to imagine our Montana, Wyoming and generally western members as characters in a spaghetti western, even if it is all in the pasta.
Here at that time it was fishing and ship building, with a lot of lumber cutting added in.
But it's sunny, although cold, and yesterday I bought my first set of little seed packets for the Spring. I start a lot of plants inside the fishroom. Today, I have to get native columbine seeds cold, and keep them cold for a few weeks so they can germinate. That is kind of easy in my garage. I'm a few weeks away from starting the tomatoes and peppers.