Davis Farm and Guest House

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We Have to be Careful of the Ice

The sun has been shining for a few days now! It's been glorious. The first few days it was so cold; the sunshine deceiving. Then, the sunshine brought warmth. The temperature hovered above freezing. Just barely. The sunshine began ever so slightly to melt the snow. A beautiful sound. Water dripping from the roof. But it's not over. Winter still has a grip. The temperature drops and all the melting becomes ice.  .  . again. We have to be careful of the ice. It lurks often right beneath the freshly fallen snow. Masked by the white. Deceived. There are so many things in our ... View Post

I Am Puzzled By The Obvious

I'm puzzled by the obvious. We travel down a snow covered dirt road. 5 miles to be exact. Rural. The landscape is beautiful. A virtual white pallet. Open land where ever you look. Remote. Yet we're on a mission. We have a destination. A Brewery. In the middle of nowhere. And much to my surprise. we come to a knoll and there before us is a sea of cars. A gentleman is directing traffic. Yes, this brewery has doubled the size of the town's population at their establishment. The view is breathtaking. I don't drink beer, so there is nothing to impress me there. Except. . . The ... View Post

Winter is Still Here

I multi task. I used to do that much better. Now. I am often distracted. Yet, here I am. Sauteing the Garlic and onions. They sizzle and pop. I stir another pot filled with savory chicken and rice soup. The kitchen warmth radiates on this cold morning. The day is expected to get warmer. A break from the brutal wind and harsh cold of this winter. We're knee deep in taxes. The farmhouse table oozing with files and statements. I dislike this month. Even though it is the shortest. For some reason it seems to crawl at a snails pace. Winter clutches with vengeance. The sun remains ... View Post

The Daily Grind

The Daily Grind. The same. Yet different. The alarm goes off. I snuggle closer to my farmer. These days have been so long and hard. Winters grip is tight.  Wood is not burning. I lay my hands on my farmers shoulder as he awakes and silently pray that all he touches today will have success. He rises without a sound. His day has begun.  It's 3:15 am. Before he heads to the barn he will make my coffee and bow his knee to the Giver of Life.  He will check the boiler here to make sure the fire is going strong. Then and only then will he head to the barn. Once there the daily ... View Post

Just For A Moment

Just for a moment I am alone. I play one of my favorite cd's. It is quiet. And just for a moment I let my self remember. For a moment I am a mom of 6 again. Just for a moment. I let the tears fall as the quiet permeates my soul. These days have been so full. Teens laughing and filling our farmhouse table as our German daughter prepares to head back to her home country. College students home and visiting and it's been wonderful. But just for a moment they're all out. I cry the tears that have been on the surface for weeks. They fall Hot. Wet. This ebbing forward of ... View Post

One Day

She sits beside me. We bow our heads. This German daughter of mine. We say the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father. . ." She prays in German. My heart. One day. . . Every knee should bow and tongue confess. One day the language will all be the same. No more barriers. Philippians 2:11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.  No tears. No heartache. One day. I long for that day. My soul grows weary with the ache around us. Children dying.  Trade Wars.  Border issues.  Marriage Covenants broken.  Hurt.  Ache. I can not ... View Post