I returned a few weeks ago to see how it was doing, and was shocked at how overgrown it was. The house was nearly hidden behind a wall of vegetation. Only the roof was visible above the trees and weeds and brush.
The soil of the Delta is lush, and nature will quickly reclaim any land that is taken from it.
It was hard to get too close to the house. Most of the former front yard was under a large puddle that ranged from a few inches to at least a foot deep in places. Fire ant mounds claimed the few places that remained dry and above the water. I carefully found a path through the dense undergrowth, wary of attacks from ants, snakes, ticks or any other assorted monsters.
A long freight train thundered along the nearby tracks as I made my way towards the front porch. A lot of the wooden boards were rotten, distracting from what must have been a great place to sit on a porch swing back in the olden days.
The front door was open so I very carefully made my way inside. The holes in the roof had allowed years of rain inside the house, resulting in some places that did not seem safe to walk through. Like this staircase:
Or this bedroom, which was missing most of its floor:
I think this may have been the kitchen at one point. It's hard to tell how long this house has been abandoned. But it does look like it did recently provide a home for some birds, who made a nest in the light hanging down from the ceiling.
A peek inside the bathroom:
And finally, one last shot from the living room. When the house was abandoned, the previous owners left this old recliner behind. Now the only things resting on it are pieces of the ceiling.
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