Agroecosystems are inherently manufactured. Quaking aspen forests were clearcut generations ago in the area I call home. Homes are wrapped in skirts of aspen trees that were left to stand. Their roots stretch under the soil of the vast fields reaching like fingers under the earth, waiting to grasp the hands of their kin. Manitoba maples are native, too, but most of these trees in this particular ecosystem were planted deliberately by my grandmother. They guard the house against the wind and when the gusts blow through the net of branches their twirly-gigs spin and twittle to the ground.