During Christmas break, my brother and I took a long walk behind our parents’ house. He showed me places where they had cleared fields and brush–adding more pasture to the acres where the cattle graze.
As we made our way through sage brush and into openings where green patches of winter fescue grew, he pointed out a line of brush piled up near the clearing.
“You ever seen foxfire?” he asked.
“No, I’ve heard the word but never thought about what it means.” Read More 3 Secrets for Maximizing Moments this New Year