December Nature Note
A few weeks ago, I found myself gazing at the night sky, parked on the edge of a cornfield in my flannel pajamas. It’s not every day that something so extraordinary and urgent comes along that I leave the house in my slippers; but a picture-perfect aurora borealis is just that. As the greens and pinks danced in the sky, I knew that whatever was happening up there felt almost like magic. Turns out, it’s all thanks to the sun.







