When Green was expounding on the virtues of central Nebraska the other day, he was met with more than a few raised eyebrows. But, I love grasslands. I love the way that something that appears so monotone is actually filled with such diversity. I love how open it feels and how it varies through the seasons. Driving across the Sandhills you get the same sense as you do as you come up on sand dunes on a northern beach: a place a touch wilder than it appears.
Nebraska might not be where I choose to live, but the landscape is stunning; we have family here and you know if there was a cool, sweet town with a least a few like-minded folks I’d be up for it. Oh, and maybe a little milder winter too. As it is we’re having a lovely time. The weather is clear, brisk and we’re eating loads of good comfort food. I might be as large as a bison if I were to stay here.
For a lovely post on Thanksgiving over here