Bruce Siebold
Silent Night
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....
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Bruce Siebold
Oct 30, 20221 min read
Passing Seasons
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Sep 25, 20221 min read
Safe Journey
During August and September the super generation of monarch butterflies slowly and silently depart Eighty Acres. They travel over 3000...
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Bruce Siebold
Aug 14, 20221 min read
Sphinx Caterpillar
While weeding my flower garden, I happened upon this unusual and beautiful caterpillar. Soon it will become Wisconsin's largest flying...
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Bruce Siebold
Jul 10, 20221 min read
A Mindful Morning Moment
In the quiet of night, the Earth Mother sprinkled rain drops upon the corkscrew plant's stem, As the early morning sun climbed into the...
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Bruce Siebold
Jun 19, 20221 min read
Mom Always Said...
Mom always said it is very impolite and rude to talk with your mouth full. But I just stuffed 22 black sunflower seeds into the pouches...
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Bruce Siebold
Jun 5, 20221 min read
When The Lilacs Bloom
Born under the lilac tree, the fawn's first smells were the fragrances from purple lilacs, yellow dandelions and green grass. The...
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Bruce Siebold
May 1, 20221 min read
Knocking At My Door
The bear slowly stood and stretched his shaky legs, yawned, and after five months of sleeping, emerged from the safety of his winter den....
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Bruce Siebold
Apr 10, 20221 min read
Eagle's Spirit Soaring
The bald eagle was a frequent visitor to Eighty Acres. With a six foot wing span it effortlessly floated upon the wind currents seldom...
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Bruce Siebold
Mar 27, 20221 min read
Let Us Hope
Let us hope that one's life is always filled with light. A light so bright that it cuts through the darkness and gloom of the world. A...
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Bruce Siebold
Jan 9, 20221 min read
Night Visitor
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Jan 2, 20221 min read
New Year's Resolution
Today we turned the page on the calendar and with it, let us make a new year's resolution to break the heavy chains that we have carried...
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Bruce Siebold
Nov 14, 20211 min read
The Future Foretold
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Nov 7, 20211 min read
Swallowed By The Night
Last evening the Earth Mother struck a match and set the western horizon on fire. Then ever so slowly the fire went out, swallowed by the...
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Bruce Siebold
Oct 31, 20211 min read
Smoke As A Metaphor
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Oct 24, 20211 min read
A Special Day
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Oct 17, 20211 min read
And The Frog Said...
Really! Are you serious? Do you see any compromise here? Remember that story about kissing a frog? Hey. It's getting a little warm in...
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Bruce Siebold
Oct 10, 20211 min read
Moon Over St. Katherine's Lutheran Church
St. Katherine's Lutheran church with its hillside graveyard, sits about one mile away from Eighty Acres. During my walks near the eastern...
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Bruce Siebold
Sep 19, 20211 min read
Such A Bargain!
The largest butterflies in North America, the Giant Swallowtails, with their 5-6 inch wing spans, are frequent visitors to Eighty Acres...
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Bruce Siebold
Sep 12, 20211 min read
If I Were A Painter
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,...
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