The Kubota tractor's engine was straining as it pulled the heavy load of firewood back home. For over thirty years family and friends...

Each fall season brings a feeling of anticipation and change to Eighty Acres. There is a mood in the air of excitement and that something...

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...

The red and yellow maple leaf grows cold as it lies submerged and motionless in the pond, Its journey is over as it becomes one with...

These are the glory days for sumac as their deep crimson red leaves represent a truly remarkable time in their life's journey. At this...

Wild grapes abound on Eighty Acres and each year I ponder what I should do with them. Hmmmm? I could make a few jars of jams and jellies....

The trees on Eighty Acres have many voices, and they often speak to me as I wander under their outstretched arms. Sometimes their voices...