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...

During August and September the super generation of monarch butterflies slowly and silently depart Eighty Acres. They travel over 3000...

While weeding my flower garden, I happened upon this unusual and beautiful caterpillar. Soon it will become Wisconsin's largest flying...

Each morning for several days this gray fox greeted me as I placed my bird feeders out for the day. She would stand near the edge of the...

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...

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...

Born under the lilac tree, the fawn's first smells were the fragrances from purple lilacs, yellow dandelions and green grass. The...

The bear slowly stood and stretched his shaky legs, yawned, and after five months of sleeping, emerged from the safety of his winter den....

The bald eagle was a frequent visitor to Eighty Acres. With a six foot wing span it effortlessly floated upon the wind currents seldom...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

St. Katherine's Lutheran church with its hillside graveyard, sits about one mile away from Eighty Acres. During my walks near the eastern...