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...

As 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,...

The largest butterflies in North America, the Giant Swallowtails, with their 5-6 inch wing spans, are frequent visitors to Eighty Acres...

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...

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...

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...

Like an old friend that comes to visit once each year, the crab apple blossoms fill the springtime air with excitement, hope and glorious...

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,...

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

When 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...

After 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...