At the end of the day, shadows grow tall and bold on Eighty Acres. Reaching out, grabbing and claiming ownership of the land. Each shadow...

The doe and her two fawns lined up in a neat row and patiently posed as I snapped this photo. I believe they were trying to be kind and...

Each summer I delight in the morning glory flowers, as they twist, turn, and tie themselves tightly to the backyard arbor. Each winter...

Winter can be a series of personal struggles with cloudy, dark, and bitterly cold days. This past week the Earth Mother sensed our gloomy...

A small airplane and a flock of geese share Eighty Acres air space as they kiss the evening sunset. Whether it is with feathered wings or...

An explosion of color in the sky as the noisy geese wing their way south.Their journey will carry them over prairies and great waters....

They say be cautious when planting pampas grass on Eighty Acres, for it can be very aggressive and will smother and outgrow every other...

The red and yellow maple leaf grows cold as it lies submerged and motionless in the pond, Its journey is over as it becomes one with...

There are 225 silky seeds in each milkweed pod and in November it is time for them to fly away. They will be swept by the wind to spin,...

Winter came early this year to Eighty Acres with October snow, blustery winds and below normal temperatures. Just wondering if this...

These are the glory days for sumac as their deep crimson red leaves represent a truly remarkable time in their life's journey. At this...

The fall equinox, and the Earth Mother celebrated with a breath taking sunset. Today the earth spins in perfect balance giving an equal...

Hidden away on Eighty Acres I know of three Jack-In-the-Pulpit plants. They prefer to grow in moist, shady areas, and are often found...

I can't remember why, when or even if we planted the chive plant. But like an old friend it returns to Eighty Acres each spring, bringing...

The Earth Mother loves to wear green. Sure she may put on a little bling and accessorize with yellow forsythia, purple lilacs and pink...

Pussy willows in bloom are always a sure sign of spring. If your heart is forever young and you believe in magic, at night you will often...

In his poem, "The Wasteland," T.S. Eliot called April the cruelest month. It is a month of such high hope and expectations of spring, yet...

Tall silent shadows throw themselves across the Eighty Acres snowshoe trail. In and attempt to leave my shadow behind I quicken my pace....

Today the crabapple tree's bold summer reds, subdued winter whites, and the early morning sunshine all magically came together on Eighty...

Far above Eighty Acres the rotund moon marched across the night sky. Just as the sun was about to chase it away, the moon seemed to pause...