As the early morning sun kissed Eighty Acres my mind wrestled with a dozen excuses not to take my daily walk. My soul was restless, my...

In order to protect themselves from harm, tree frogs are able to blend in perfectly with their surroundings. So too, many people simply...

This week the first poppy bloomed on Eighty Acres, and with it came a rush of memories from my past. Through my child's eyes I remembered...

The eastern monarch butterflies returned to Eighty Acres in early May. Their journey began nearly 3000 miles away in the mountains of...

The day was hot and humid and in the late afternoon the Earth Mother sent a severe thunderstorm. It was an angry storm with noisy winds...

I can't remember why, when or even if we planted the chive plant. But like an old friend it returns to Eighty Acres each spring, bringing...

For several days I watched the robins as they built their nest in the shrub near our patio. They gathered dry grasses and leaves, pieces...

Ready to expand your vocabulary? How about "epiphyte." This beautiful moth orchid arrived at our doorstep on mother's day and it is...

The weary rose-breasted grosbeaks returned this week. It's about 3333 miles from their winter home in Central America to Eighty Acres....

The Earth Mother loves to wear green. Sure she may put on a little bling and accessorize with yellow forsythia, purple lilacs and pink...

Pussy willows in bloom are always a sure sign of spring. If your heart is forever young and you believe in magic, at night you will often...

In his poem, "The Wasteland," T.S. Eliot called April the cruelest month. It is a month of such high hope and expectations of spring, yet...

And the Earth Mother said..."whether you are weary, frightened or your heart is heavy, simply return to the land. No matter who or what...

The Earth Mother has a kaleidoscope of colors in her palette. So one day just for fun, she asked a tall old cherry tree to share her...

Maybe if we slow down, kick off our shoes and take a deep breath, we'll be amazed at all the Earth Mother's beauty that surrounds us each...

Wasp's nest building process begins with scraping together bits of raw wood from fences and logs. In their mouths, salvia breaks down the...

Red bellied woodpeckers are year-long residents on Eighty Acres and each time I see one, I feel we are kindred spirits due to the red...

Tall silent shadows throw themselves across the Eighty Acres snowshoe trail. In and attempt to leave my shadow behind I quicken my pace....

The coyote's skull, was almost completely buried on the Eighty Acres forest floor. As I carefully uncovered the skull I wondered what...

The night crew is slowly punching in and it's time for me to check out. I will be with you tomorrow morning as you stretch your arms and...