A gravel road cuts through fields of maize, winding it's way past the fishing pond to a simple, white farmhouse sitting under the shade of a big, old Pecan tree and Burr Oaks. A "welcome" scrawled into the wet cement sidewalk over 85 years ago invites you onto the front porch-the perfect perch to take in panoramic spans of fields for as far as the eye can see. The house, home to generations of the same family still has it's original gingerbread detailing and front door. Step inside and tall, antique-window lined rooms spill sunlight onto original pine floors richly darkened with age, but still polished to a shine.

There's an original clawfoot tub, an indoor cistern sits near the kitchen waiting for the next rain, the "sleeping porch" looks out onto a huge fig tree, still bearing fruit, no doubt planted for making fig preserves and the home's one nod to extravagance-an ornate, oak passthrough between the kitchen and dining room...something pretty to keep momma happy.

Just a few steps out the back gate are a cattle barn, chicken coop, equipment sheds and a garage.

It's impossible to stand there and not imagine the people who worked this place into existence, the feet that paced the floors, faces peering from the windows, soaks in the tub after long days in the field, cool breezes on hot evenings dozing on the sleeping porch and the laden platters and bowls of homegrown food passed from the kitchen to the family sitting around the dinner table.

Worked and in production for well over 100 years, everything that makes it a farm still there, just needing someone to make it a home again...

Land lease/house rental potential!