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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Over the past several years, the birds of Eighty Acres have gifted me their feathers. I kept many of them in a paper bag not really sure...

When the sun says goodbye to you at the end of the day, it is not the time for loud voices or idle chatter, Rather let us enjoy the...

Finding beauty in the ordinary requires us to be constantly aware and mindful of our surroundings. Such is the challenge with the Painted...

Pictured above is one of the many whitetail deer who make Eighty Acres their home. Each year bucks grow a set of new antlers and...