I suspect any western Dakotan would acknowledge that, no matter how much we love the land, March is not our region’s most attractive time. In wet years, there’s vast expanses of mud, in dry years it’s dust, but either way, when one gazes out across the pasture during the last weeks of winter, the view usually doesn’t inspire reverence.
For starters, the grass is long dead. Aut...
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