f you could see Nebraska through my eyes, you’d see a hill-top view that blows you away. Marshmallow clouds gliding over a river. A fog settling in a valley. You’d see tilling of the land. A place that allows you to escape the rest of the world. You’d see rolling hills and prairie grasses. The turning of the trees. Blue stem waving in the fall. Things that take you back to a simpler time.
My name is Mick and this is Nebraska Wine Country through my eyes.