The bear slowly stood and stretched his shaky legs, yawned, and after five months of sleeping, emerged from the safety of his winter den....

The bald eagle was a frequent visitor to Eighty Acres. With a six foot wing span it effortlessly floated upon the wind currents seldom...

Let us hope that one's life is always filled with light. A light so bright that it cuts through the darkness and gloom of the world. A...

While I slept I did not stir as the snow gently fell upon Eighty Acres. For who can hear a snowflake fall? Flake upon flake falling from...

Today we turned the page on the calendar and with it, let us make a new year's resolution to break the heavy chains that we have carried...

Last evening the Earth Mother struck a match and set the western horizon on fire. Then ever so slowly the fire went out, swallowed by the...

Consider smoke as a metaphor for one's life. Whether it is smoke from a cigarette, camp fire or chimney, what begins in an orderly...

At the end of the this day...there was a hush over Eighty Acres, as shadows and leaves fell and the sun slowly tipped over the earth's...

Really! Are you serious? Do you see any compromise here? Remember that story about kissing a frog? Hey. It's getting a little warm in...

St. Katherine's Lutheran church with its hillside graveyard, sits about one mile away from Eighty Acres. During my walks near the eastern...

As I turned the calendar page to October, I knew this month will bring the first fall frost and the dahlia's season will end. As usual,...

The largest butterflies in North America, the Giant Swallowtails, with their 5-6 inch wing spans, are frequent visitors to Eighty Acres...

If I were a painter, I would paint my life the colors of dahlias. Each day I would begin with a blank canvas and paint with only big,...

During the past week there was a stillness on the land, and then I realized you had left Eighty Acres and began your long journey back to...

Meet the neighborhood bully, the bald-faced hornet. This aggressive hornet feasts on honey bees, flies, spiders, fruits and flower...

Today I purposefully slowed my pace as I traveled the Eighty Acres trails. For today was not about how far I traveled, rather, what...

Smokey skies from Canadian forest fires are resulting in amazing sunsets in the western skies. Sending love and good wishes to all those...

Black-eyed susans, wild lupine, verbena, asters, and milkweed are just some of the prairie restoration flowers on Eighty Acres this...

While walking past the flower garden I overheard the Iris say, "with my delicate petals and pleasing colors, don't you think I am the...

I wonder why we so often walk past the forest ferns?. Maybe it is because they are shy plants and do not prefer the spotlight in the sun?...