Due to the heavy snowfalls in February, Northern Native American tribes often refer to the full moon as the "snow moon". And because the...

There is a special place on Eighty Acres known as THE CLIFF. It is a high point on the land, and offers a beautiful panoramic view of the...

After the storm, wet heavy snow held tightly to each tree branch turning Eighty Acres into a forest of old men with bent shoulders. As I...

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 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...