BURWELL, Neb.—When the wind blows, the Nebraska Sandhills turn into an emerald sea.
Vivid green in late spring, their gently undulating peaks and valleys extend as far as the eye can see, and the tall grasses that cover them sway in great, shimmering waves that slowly sweep across and up the hillsides in a way that reminds me of a rippling sheet of satin. There’s a grand majesty to the movements—nature’s choreography at work.
