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...

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...

Just as the ancient cave dwellers huddled near their fires for warmth... I too have felt the comfort of wood fires burning on Eighty...

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

Midnight on Christmas Eve. I watched the tail lights of the last guest's car depart Eighty Acres and knew the holiday bustle was over....

I had hoped you would stay with me much longer. But in the morning light, this passing season was gone.The dahlia's heads hung low, the...

While weeding my flower garden, I happened upon this unusual and beautiful caterpillar. Soon it will become Wisconsin's largest flying...

Each morning for several days this gray fox greeted me as I placed my bird feeders out for the day. She would stand near the edge of the...

In the quiet of night, the Earth Mother sprinkled rain drops upon the corkscrew plant's stem, As the early morning sun climbed into the...

While 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...

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...

Consider smoke as a metaphor for one's life. Whether it is smoke from a cigarette, camp fire or chimney, what begins in an orderly...

At 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...