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...

The black snake softly hissed to me as I walked by the Eighty Acres cherry tree. I stopped and gazed into the snake's deep and empty inky...

Please forgive me my love for my silence. Forgive me for my distance. Forgive me for being lost in thought. Even though we are standing...

The story of the crab apple tree began this spring when it awoke with an explosion of red and pink blossoms. Bees and butterflies were...

Each evening the battle between light and dark begins and each time the sun loses. But the sun is very proud and somewhat vain and often...

The clothes line that so often holds bedsheets, flannel shirts, denim jeans, cotton blouses, and strategically hidden undergarments, now...

Tonight the Earth Mother's sky was crystal clear with a thousand stars suspended in the night sky. No breeze, a deep stillness, and I...

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...

Trust me I have never lied. But can you imagine my surprise, when in my lampshade I spied, where the largest spider in the world did...

I dream I am lost in a sea of gossamer. A shrouded world without direction, and I pray for a lighthouse to steer my direction home. Far...

To those of you who ponder whether your glass is half full, and find beauty only in a full moon. I simply say...be mindful and thankful...

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...

A recent Eighty Acres sunset got me thinking about what heaven might be like. Just speculating whether there will always be an awesome...

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

The house wren sang it's last song this week. This tiny bird with a gigantic song only sings during the nesting season. Here you see the...

It's not uncommon for a group of bucks to run as a pack during the spring and summer months. During the rut season it is a different...

I often lose track of time as I walk the trails of Eighty Acres. Each day's trek is a new adventure as I listen and learn the stories...