Hoping the honey bees and butterflies would forgive my theft! I picked a bouquet of prairie wildflowers and placed them in an antique...

Nestled within the Eighty Acres prairie, a Monarch alights upon a butterfly milkweed. The butterfly milkweed is one of my favorite...

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,...

In the days ahead, the Fall season will arrive on Eighty Acres. It will be a time when the Earth Mother sends her song birds on their...

Black-eyed susans, wild lupine, verbena, asters, and milkweed are just some of the prairie restoration flowers on Eighty Acres this...

While walking past the flower garden I overheard the Iris say, "with my delicate petals and pleasing colors, don't you think I am the...

Do not hide your beauty. Unfurl and let me hear your voice. Tell me your story. Your dreams. Your hopes. For much too soon your petals...

Like an old friend that comes to visit once each year, the crab apple blossoms fill the springtime air with excitement, hope and glorious...

Today a red lily bloomed in my garden. It was the flower's first day and last day. The lily's entire flowering life counted in a single...

Each summer you will find at least one King Tut plant on Eighty Acres. The King Tut plant is named after the Egyptian boy king and is a...

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

Folklore has it that I am not supposed to be able to fly. It's something about my weight, wing size, air resistance and number of wing...

Today I will sit quietly in the sunflower garden. Mindful of my deep breathing, I will bring sunshine into my lungs and soon my heart...

Over the past week I have spent a considerable amount of time attempting to identify the swallowtail pictured above. To me the world of...

Today I will see my world as a butterfly. I will fly close to the earth and softly alight upon a red daisy. I'll enjoy the flower's...

The spring flowers are in full bloom, shouting for attention, painting Eighty Acres in a wide array dazzling colors. "Look at me." It's...

I discovered the old window frame in an antique store. I placed it in my garden terrace and captured this window-like view of the Black...

Winter on Eighty Acres and the once bright pink, purple and red coneflowers have gone to seed. Frequently visited by bees, butterflies,...

Frost crept over the garden terrace early Tuesday morning and the dahlias went to sleep. The once vibrant greens, reds, pinks and...

Each day the sunflower stands tall, bold and chooses to turn it's head to the Earth Mother's sunlight. The sunflower does not seek the...