In October I sit under the bold leafy umbrella of my spirit tree, seeking refuge and renewal from the noise of everyday life. If I am...

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...

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,...

In the days ahead, the Fall season will arrive on Eighty Acres. It will be a time when the Earth Mother sends her song birds on their...

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?...

Do not hide your beauty. Unfurl and let me hear your voice. Tell me your story. Your dreams. Your hopes. For much too soon your petals...

Under watchful eyes, the mother doe nourishes her young fawn. The fawn will nurse on the protein rich milk 4-5 times each day, growing...

Like an old friend that comes to visit once each year, the crab apple blossoms fill the springtime air with excitement, hope and glorious...

Leafless trees silhouette the setting sun on Eighty Acres.

It was early morning and my steps across Eighty Acres were marked by foot prints I left in the heavy dew. It was a quiet, calm morning,...

Another day ends on Eighty Acres as a trio of faceless pines are silhouetted against the evening sky. A peaceful moment to be mindful...