Davis Farm and Guest House

Vermont Family Owned Dairy Farm | Country Farm Guest House | Family Recipes | Stories of Faith, Love, and Family

Welcome to the Davis Farm!

We are a family owned and operated grass fed and Organic Dairy Farm nestled in the small town of Jericho, Vermont. We are grateful for this piece of land to steward.

We offer on farm sales of raw milk, and farm fresh eggs. We also sell locally farm crafted compost.

Besides farming we offer lodging at our Davis Farm Guest House. Situated on a dirt road with a breathtaking view of Mount Mansfield, a stay in our Guest Home is sure to be a lasting memory. The Davis Farm Guest House is also in close proximity to local wedding venues such as The Mansfield Barn and The Whitcomb House.

Our Recipes

Recipes

The Guest House

Davis Farm Guest House

Farm Products

Fresh Farm Products

The Latest From Our Blog

May I Have Your Attention?

May I have your attention? Good. We have an announcement. And we’ll have more coming up later this month! So, stay tuned. I haven’t been writing. The busyness of the day, leaves me exhausted. Thoughts. Emotions. Tyranny of the urgent. I have run to the pen and paper and wrestled the thoughts there in a […]

A Dog I didn’t Want

I didn’t want him. I had no desire to have a dog. Definitely not an indoor dog. We live on a dairy farm; on a dirt road. I already struggle with a clean house  and an indoor dog would not help. We had indulged our daughter with her purchase of a dog. Justified by small […]

Growing Up on a Farm

Growing up on a farm- I don’t know what it’s like; What the kids feel or think. . . Most talk about farming in the past. Nostalgically.  Few enter the business. We’re a 3rd generation farm. Probably the last. I ponder these things.  Our Farm Boy is turning 20 today. He’s adventurous and so talented. […]

What Is This Longing I Feel Deep In My Soul?

I feel the longing, deep in my soul. I haven’t felt that ache in a long time.  It is gripping and searing hot. Photos of mom.  Mother’s Day. A beautiful post by Ann Voskamp. The searing, hot feeling lingers. The tears slip down my cheek. Oh, how I miss my mom. I long to see […]