Bruce Siebold
After the Storm
The day was hot and humid and in the late afternoon the Earth Mother sent a severe thunderstorm. It was an angry storm with noisy winds...
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Bruce Siebold
May 31, 20201 min read
Body and Soul
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...
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Bruce Siebold
May 24, 20201 min read
Songs Never Heard
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...
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Bruce Siebold
May 17, 20201 min read
The Word Of the Day. "EPIPHYTE"
Ready to expand your vocabulary? How about "epiphyte." This beautiful moth orchid arrived at our doorstep on mother's day and it is...
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Bruce Siebold
May 10, 20201 min read
3333 Miles
The weary rose-breasted grosbeaks returned this week. It's about 3333 miles from their winter home in Central America to Eighty Acres....
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Bruce Siebold
May 3, 20201 min read
The Earth Mother's Favorite Color
The Earth Mother loves to wear green. Sure she may put on a little bling and accessorize with yellow forsythia, purple lilacs and pink...
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Bruce Siebold
Apr 19, 20201 min read
I Hope You Believe
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Apr 12, 20201 min read
April Is The Cruelest Month
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Apr 5, 20201 min read
The Earth Mother's Umbrellas
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Mar 29, 20201 min read
Earth Mother's Palette
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Mar 15, 20201 min read
A Little Bit Of Heaven
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Mar 8, 20201 min read
Why Not a Circle, Triangle, or Square?
Wasp's nest building process begins with scraping together bits of raw wood from fences and logs. In their mouths, salvia breaks down the...
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Bruce Siebold
Mar 1, 20201 min read
Being A Red Head
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Feb 23, 20201 min read
Running From My Shadow
Tall silent shadows throw themselves across the Eighty Acres snowshoe trail. In and attempt to leave my shadow behind I quicken my pace....
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Bruce Siebold
Feb 9, 20201 min read
Coyote Ghost
The coyote's skull, was almost completely buried on the Eighty Acres forest floor. As I carefully uncovered the skull I wondered what...
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Bruce Siebold
Feb 2, 20201 min read
Checking Out
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Jan 12, 20201 min read
The Shy Oak Trees
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Dec 29, 20191 min read
Oh My! You Caught Me.
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...
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Bruce Siebold
Dec 8, 20191 min read
A Promise
Today the crabapple tree's bold summer reds, subdued winter whites, and the early morning sunshine all magically came together on Eighty...
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Bruce Siebold
Dec 1, 20191 min read
Whispered Goodbye
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...
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