Davis Farm and Guest House

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It’s Just a Lacrosse Net. Really.

It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling,  fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post

Clinging to Hope

I walk out of my brother in laws house. Away from the baby shower. I've just spent a few hours in the company of those I love the most. Family and friends. Celebrating. A new life. Yet I leave empty. Sad. Overwhelmed. I haven't been here in a while. I glance out over the pasture. My brother in law's horse, Joe,  stands stately in the field. I call to him. He comes. I wonder. Do you remember me? It's been years since I have seen you. I want to weep. Years of memories in this field, before there was a house. Before my mother and father in law journeyed home to ... View Post

‘Seeing’, What Lies Ahead

A new year has begun. Unmarred. Fresh. New. These past few years have been hard. The passing of the old, a reminder of time. Time moving forward without those we have loved so dearly. Learning how to live; differently. Breathing. In and out. One foot in front of the other. Searching for hope. Choosing joy. Standing on solid ground. I will admit it has been a hard year. Folks have moved on. Their lives not impacted much by the loss. Our loss. Another grief walk,  as we said Good Bye to my dad. All while life is ebbing forward. I find it hard to commit. Staying on task has ... View Post

I sit, in the Midst of the Chaos

The towel is over my shoulder. Waffles are warming in the oven. The farmhouse kitchen is a wreck. So is every other room in this old Farmhouse. The floors, table, ottoman. Cluttered. Papers, socks. . . the vacuum. A trail of the day metered out as if to find the way. 'The way where," I ask? Where are we going? Where are we headed? I sit. In the midst of the chaos. In the midst of a mile long list. I sit. The youngest farm girl switched Pandora to a Classical Christmas Station. The usual Christmas music changed up a bit. Not familiar. Different. Beautiful. So, I ... View Post

Looking for Joy

The emptiness lingers. The loss of a child. The days march on. The ebb and flow of life. There,  in the space, lies the ache. Continual. The child we bore. No more. Their laughter and joy. Snuffed out so soon. The veil between heaven and earth so close. A breath away. The ache can pull one under. A conscience choice each day to step forward in grace. Advent begins again. 4 Advents since he left. 4 Christmases of reaching to hold on. Hope. Love. Today joy. The tree is in. Light illuminates this dark farmhouse. They twinkle and gleam. The house. Transformed; by ... View Post

What Should I Give Him? Day #28 of Thankfulness

The invitation came. A friend and classmate of Elijah's had bought a house. A house warming. Another example of life marching on. Such a good thing for this young man. What an accomplishment. How proud. I resist the urge to wallow. They ask for Christmas Ornaments to hang on his tree. I think back to that time years ago. My first apartment. My first tree. The realization that I had not one ornament. Oh such a sweet memory. Tying bows from ribbon onto the branches. No lights. Tin foil over cardboard for a star on the top. Mine. Here I am decades later. In need of a gift for a ... View Post