Bruce SieboldJan 91 minNight VisitorWhile I slept I did not stir as the snow gently fell upon Eighty Acres. For who can hear a snowflake fall? Flake upon flake falling from...
Bruce SieboldNov 14, 20211 minThe Future ForetoldIn 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...
Bruce SieboldOct 31, 20211 minSmoke As A MetaphorConsider smoke as a metaphor for one's life. Whether it is smoke from a cigarette, camp fire or chimney, what begins in an orderly...
Bruce SieboldOct 24, 20211 minA Special DayAt 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...
Bruce SieboldOct 3, 20211 minDahlia's Final DaysAs 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,...
Bruce SieboldSep 19, 20211 minSuch A Bargain!The largest butterflies in North America, the Giant Swallowtails, with their 5-6 inch wing spans, are frequent visitors to Eighty Acres...
Bruce SieboldSep 12, 20211 minIf I Were A PainterIf 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,...
Bruce SieboldSep 5, 20211 minNever Said GoodbyeDuring 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...
Bruce SieboldAug 29, 20211 minPerhapsIn 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...
Bruce SieboldAug 22, 20211 minNeighborhood BullyMeet the neighborhood bully, the bald-faced hornet. This aggressive hornet feasts on honey bees, flies, spiders, fruits and flower...
Bruce SieboldAug 1, 20211 minMindful StepsToday I purposefully slowed my pace as I traveled the Eighty Acres trails. For today was not about how far I traveled, rather, what...
Bruce SieboldJul 5, 20211 minMaybe?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?...
Bruce SieboldJun 27, 20211 minTime To BloomDo 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...
Bruce SieboldJun 13, 20211 minWatchful EyesUnder watchful eyes, the mother doe nourishes her young fawn. The fawn will nurse on the protein rich milk 4-5 times each day, growing...
Bruce SieboldJun 6, 20211 minTottering LegsThe 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...
Bruce SieboldMay 23, 20211 minTen DaysLike an old friend that comes to visit once each year, the crab apple blossoms fill the springtime air with excitement, hope and glorious...
Bruce SieboldMay 2, 20211 minEarly Morning RichnessIt 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,...
Bruce SieboldApr 18, 20211 minA Peaceful TimeAnother day ends on Eighty Acres as a trio of faceless pines are silhouetted against the evening sky. A peaceful moment to be mindful...
Bruce SieboldApr 11, 20211 minLooking InsideWhen a tree is under stress due to insects, bacteria, storm damage or a virus, the tree will protect itself by forming a burl. Some folks...
Bruce SieboldFeb 21, 20211 minPatienceAfter three weeks of being taunted and made to feel helpless by the polar vortex my soul was weary. But then one evening the Earth Mother...