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...

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...

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?...

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...

Over the past three weeks, this doe has bedded down just outside our bedroom window. She hides her fawn in the woods and for about 6...

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...

The young fawn's tottering legs couldn't keep pace with her mother's long strides and she stumbled and lay down in front of me on an...

Sounding like giant buzzing bumblebees, each spring hummingbirds announce their arrival on Eighty Acres. They begin their long migration...

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.

Happy Mother's Day! As a child I remember picking dandelion bouquets for my mother on this day. Mom always received them with such joy...

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,...

Its mating season and the turkeys are on the move across Eighty Acres. As this Tom passed by my photo blind, it brought back memories of...

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