Due to the heavy snowfalls in February, Northern Native American tribes often refer to the full moon as the "snow moon". And because the...

The rising and setting of the sun are the Earth Mother's bookends. The sun gives us bookends to mark a beginning and end of each day. A...

On a dark, star filled night sky, we stood atop a hill on Eighty Acres. We spoke in whispers, hoping not to chase away the mysterious...

The Earth Mother's light show as she said goodbye to Eighty Acres.

Hoping the honey bees and butterflies would forgive my theft! I picked a bouquet of prairie wildflowers and placed them in an antique...

Don't need a lucky penny, horseshoe or rabbit's foot, because today I found a four-leafed clover on Eighty Acres. How very rare they...

After 32 years of searching for morel mushrooms on Eighty Acres I finally found one! Near it I sat and marveled at the morel's...

It's turkey breeding season on Eighty Acres and and if you listen carefully, you will hear the Toms gobbling in the quiet of the early...

The spider's silky circle is the Earth Mother's reminder that our lives will always come back to where our journeys began. It's life's...

Over the course of the summer, I frequently stopped by the bald-faced hornet's nest to marvel at its beauty. Today I inched close enough...

Nestled within the Eighty Acres fence line grows the bittersweet vine. It's hanging globe shaped clusters of scarlet seeds are a favorite...

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...

And the Earth Mother said to the grasshoppers..."upon a leaf, create for me a most wondrous and beautiful piece of artwork". Without...

I call him RT. A long time friend and together we often walk the trails and prairies of Eighty Acres. Our walks are quiet. No need for...

The exact time the grasshoppers arrive on Eighty Acres is always a mystery to me. I wonder... Is there a signal given from their high...

Nestled within the Eighty Acres prairie, a Monarch alights upon a butterfly milkweed. The butterfly milkweed is one of my favorite...

Spreading an old cotton blanket on the ground, we lay among the prairie lupine flowers. Arms crossed behind our heads. we watch as...

The aggressive and bold Cooper's Hawks sweeps into my bird feeders at thirty-five mph. They are easily recognized by their blue-gray...

My days are often busy. Each day's schedule is filled with events, obligations, and often times a very long "to do" list. Yes, I must...