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...

For several days I watched the robins as they built their nest in the shrub near our patio. They gathered dry grasses and leaves, pieces...

Ready to expand your vocabulary? How about "epiphyte." This beautiful moth orchid arrived at our doorstep on mother's day and it is...

The weary rose-breasted grosbeaks returned this week. It's about 3333 miles from their winter home in Central America to Eighty Acres....

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...

And the Earth Mother said..."whether you are weary, frightened or your heart is heavy, simply return to the land. No matter who or what...

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...

Maybe if we slow down, kick off our shoes and take a deep breath, we'll be amazed at all the Earth Mother's beauty that surrounds us each...

Wasp's nest building process begins with scraping together bits of raw wood from fences and logs. In their mouths, salvia breaks down the...

Red bellied woodpeckers are year-long residents on Eighty Acres and each time I see one, I feel we are kindred spirits due to the red...

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

The night crew is slowly punching in and it's time for me to check out. I will be with you tomorrow morning as you stretch your arms and...

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...

December 21st the official start of winter. It is the shortest day and longest night and signals the beginning of the difficult road...

The lone fox walked across Eighty Acres and left his footprints in the snow. I don't know from where he came or where he went, but he...

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...