This post says it all. My farmers mom. A repost from 2014. She's been gone 20 years today. It is hard to believe we woke that day and moved and worked without knowing what was to come. It is a reminder to love and keep short accounts. It is a reminder that One came as the greatest symbol of love ever known to mankind. He came as a baby with the hope of eternity for all. Shirley, my farmers mom. You are so dearly missed. Yet your legacy of living as a Servant, loving those around you and creating beauty in everything you touched, lives on forever in your beautiful ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, I failed
30 Days of Thankfulness. They're over. I failed. I've posted less than half those days. The rest I have done a re-post, or not posted at all. It's not that I am not grateful. I just can't seem to put words to the paper. I failed. Gratitude sometimes can not be captured in words. There are times when the words won't reach. A place where the soul holds the secrets. And these days have been full. The demands of farming, the changes in a child getting married and leaving the nest have all left us depleted. A house becoming quieter. The soul is stretched and weary. The practice of ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #5
The frost lingers, leaving evidence of the crisp air. Puddles with a thin layer of ice glimmer in the morning sun. The sound of scraping, as windshields have been kissed by Jack Frost in the night. A stillness hovers in the cold. It's late this year; this hard frost. The winds have blown and the cold rains have left a chill in the air. But, this frost and cold have taken their time in appearing. There is still much to accomplish before the winter weather settles in. Haying equipment dot the various fields around town. A prayer for a final cut. More bales for winter. Less need for ... View Post
Our Guests , Day #4 of Thankfulness
They come from places far and near. They come for business meetings and vacations; weddings and graduations. Some come just to enjoy the farm. Our Guests. We have created a space to withdraw and renew. The Davis Farm Guest House. 3 bedrooms, a bath, kitchen, dining room and a living room. A breath taking view of the meadow and mountain. A porch- For sitting. For reading. For reflecting. For sipping large mugs of steaming hot coffee, or a cool, refreshing beverage. For our Guests. We set out scones and tea and coffee. A small snack after a journey. A welcome. A home ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #3
Things don't always go my way. Imagine that? I should be used to that by now. So, when things go awry why am I surprised? Why is my response, anxiety or anger? I wonder sometimes about my posture. Who am I serving? Where is my faith? If I truly believe this God that I say I serve, then why do I get anxious, or nervous? If He is able to walk us through the darkest of nights he can also handle the details. Yet, I still struggle to trust; To truly trust. To keep the thoughts quiet. I tend to voice all that is on my mind. Nary a secret kept. I think it; and it ... View Post
Winter Storm
The wind whipped, snow swirled. A real snow storm. Winter Storm. We stoked the outdoor fires and turned on the indoor soapstone. So grateful for home during a storm. Soup simmered on the stove. Banana bread baked. Anything to try to keep this old farmhouse warm. I sat in the dark and quiet. I listened to the sounds of the winter storm. The rattling windows, the wind in the trees, the plow making its rounds. The cows will stay in tonight and my farmer will wake in the night to check on everyone. He'll make sure the fires are hot and then, only then will he crawl back ... View Post
