The new house, the Davis’ farm

Cori and Nate’s house is on a corner lot in a neighborhood that saw the majority of it’s constriction in the early 80’s. Many of the neighbors have lived in their homes since construction. A particular neighbor across the street told Nate and I she was delighted to see families with young children moving in. The husband was more interested in the fact that there will be a Sheriff’s cruiser parked in the driveway. I can only imagine what may be asked of Nate in the years to come. Although the older couple was obviously un-churched, they seemed sincere; enough that they mowed the yard, front and back, for Cori and Nate. It is a large yard and even with a riding mower it took some time.


The house has two rooms that are 12x30 or greater. As loud as her children are, Cori will be able to track them very well in the new home. It is single level, three bedrooms with two baths. It is very open and the kids have made great use of the space in the times we have had them over there. Nate has a 16x20 shop with a 12x20 covered area in front of it; plenty of room for Cori’s projects. More than I have ever had to work with.

The time we spent on the Davis’ farm was more than enough to encourage Cori and Nate to plant as many fruit treed as the yard can handle. They will still have room for a sizable garden and still have more space open for the kids to play than we have had since we moved off the farm in West Virginia.

The Davis’ provide farm eggs for several families in the church. They have only eight or ten hens and a beautiful rooster but they get several dozen eggs per week. Since we were invited out for the evening the nests were reloaded with the eggs gathered over several days. Mykenzie ans Grant loved gathering the eggs from the nest but it looked a little funny to me to see three eggs per nest – two white and one brown. (I thought it was staged or he had the neatest hens I had ever seen.) After several warnings to “Be careful!” all the eggs were safely placed – or softly dropped - into the basket and carried to the house.

Mrs. Davis taught us how to wash the eggs (by soaking them in a mild bleach solution) and prepare them for delivery. (We learned that if an egg floats it is bad. I plan to test that theory in the future.) Then we started gathering fruit from the peach trees. Blake would have eaten them until he was sick. I have to admit they were the best peaches I have eaten in years. Mrs. Davis had made some peach jam recently and we got to taste the results of her work. We also got to taste some spaghetti sauce she was canning when we got there – with heir own beef and tomatoes grown in their garden.

Grant was fascinated with the horses and cattle, especially the calves. There were six horses, but only four cows and a huge gentle bull. Mr. Davis told me the names of the breeds of the cows and the bull, but I could not find tem on the internet. I think I will have to translate from the local vernacular to some other language to look them up properly. There were also two cats and two dogs as well as a fish pond. He was bouncing from one collection of animals to another. He was worn out and still excited as we headed home.

We ended the evening eating watermelon picked fresh from the garden and were sent home with a bag of produce. It was a delightful evening.