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...

On a recent cold and foggy night, the Earth Mother lingered over the land and gently placed rime ice atop each and every tree and plant....

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...

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...

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...

An isolated old oak tree stands tall atop a ridge on Eighty Acres. In the winter breeze she stretches her arms upward and gently sways...

It was an early snowy morning when the male cardinal stopped by the feeder for a sunflower seed breakfast. Three times our eyes met 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...

The Earth Mother has a kaleidoscope of colors in her palette. So one day just for fun, she asked a tall old cherry tree to share her...

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

Have you ever noticed the oak trees are aways the last to lose their leaves? Maybe it is because oak trees are shy about undressing and...

So you were wondering where all your black sunflower seeds were going? Well, I admit I have tasted a few. But it's winter and food is...

Upon an trail on Eighty Acres, I discovered scattered woodpecker feathers. I stopped, knelt and tried to piece together this woodpecker's...

Each winter whitetail bucks shed their antlers. It's then I become a shed hunter on Eighty Acres. During the early spring, I spend...

When and how was this path created on Eighty Acres? Was it simply an old cow path? A deer trail? A loggers road cut through the woods?...

Leafless trees, frozen ground and darkness covers Eighty Acres in January. No sunshine for several days. A grayness shrouds my soul. But...

Foxes are omnivores. They eat meat, such as rodents, rabbits and birds, as well as fruits and bugs. This red fox seemed a bit irritated...

During the damp cold night, the Earth Mother sprinkled hoar frost upon Eighty Acres. The frost hugged each stem, branch and blade of...

High in the sky above Eighty Acres, snowflakes formed. Each flake chose its own path downward as it swirled, danced, dipped, and finally...