Davis Farm

She sits on my lap.  She's so long. She tries to curl in a ball.  Those legs are not letting her.  Our firecracker.  The youn...

Often we are stretched.  Beyond what we feel we can handle.  We breathe deep.  We long for relief.  Yet, these circumstances are he...

Elijah.  They say his name.  Cleaning out a closet they find something that was his.  Elijah.  I just want to hear his name called....

Rising early each morning, my farmer heads to the barn. Never complaining.  Morning his favorite time.  He's never upset...

I'm forced to seclusion. My allergies overpowering.  My air conditioned bedroom; my reprieve. Haying, lawn mowing, beautiful blos...

He's turning 17. That farm boy.  The same age as his brother.  No longer here.  The two so similar. Yet s...