Davis Farm and Guest House

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

Want to Celebrate? It’s Been a Year!

It's been a year! It's been a year since we officially hosted our first guest in our Davis Farm Guest House. Since then we have met some amazing new friends. Hosted folks from all over this country and the world! There have been times when we wondered if we should keep at it. There were no bookings. There seemed to be stretches of time when all seemed so silent. Success is not measured by the position one has reached in life, rather by the obstacles one overcomes while trying to succeed -Booker T Washington We have been reminded to pray. To remember that this is not our ... View Post

The Recipe for a Perfect Storm

I spewed before I listened. Hot, spicy words came flying out. I was angry. There are clothes everywhere. Furniture broken. Furniture moved. Furniture in the hallway. Furniture in a closet. Furniture where it doesn't belong. Rooms that I had decorated and cleaned and arranged; now the way they want them. Not the way they were.  And I lose it.  The homeschooling books are still out, the science experiment,  still on the counter. There is laundry piled high from too many clothes and the cleaning out the rooms. The youngest; angry, throws markers every where and stomps off in a ... View Post

Letting Go

Right from the beginning. The separation starts. The umbilical cord; cut. Beautiful and tragic all in the same moment. Letting go.  Forced. Birth. A process. A cathartic event. Bringing life. Yet the beginning of the journey home. Pulling. Tugging. Letting go.  Life brought forth. Constant letting go. Weaning. Walking. And then a run. A run through Elementary, Middle and then High School. Letting go. Until  you find yourself in the audience at Commencement. You wonder where the time has gone? How have you arrived at this place? Letting go.  College. Here she is. My ... View Post

When There is No Warning

Some days the missing is so great. It sneaks up. No warning. I can't change this. I am a mom. I want to fix things. Make it better. I am powerless. I call on the name of Jesus. Sometimes our burdens  weigh us down. They threaten to crush and steal our joy. This is the journey of a mom whose son lies deep beneath the sod. The missing grips; tears at the inside. Our child; Flesh and blood, torn from us. I find other things to do. To distract myself. I think on the wonder of things. My children. Grandchildren. But the pain is too great. I need to walk through this. I ... View Post

Losing Heart

Frankly I had lost heart. She was not accepted into the Nursing Program. This college girl of mine. There was no room. They were not taking transfer students. She had spoken to board members. Sent in her application. Still. The answer was no. And no matter how hard I tried; tried to understand that this was not God's will for her- there was something else planned- I lost heart. I was discouraged. My heart hurt for my girl. She's worked hard. Things don't come easy to our family. And this constant barrage of deaths and rough times, had left me discouraged and ... View Post

What Do You Think?

Our web page is finished! It took a while. I literally know nothing about web design. At all. The designer ended up being married to a young man who grew up on our road! She is well acquainted with our farm; but lives far from here. It was another of those Godcidences. She's been patient and understanding. Oh, so patient! Helpful and encouraging. It's a huge learning curve for me. Many things to learn. I'm excited to show you more of our farm. To invite you into our farmhouse kitchen. We'll share about our Davis Farm Guest House and life on the farm. It isn't always ... View Post