Gene, I'll join Charlie in wishing you a peaceful rest and a quick recovery from whatever's up with your liver.
That's a big rock pile in your woods, long time accumulating it (I hope). The one I used as a quarry last week wasn't that big, and I didn't move 100% of it, only the stuff that was loose and accessible, left the lower dirt-covered stuff for some other time. I'm not sure I have enough to really shore up the eroding curve in the little creek through my pasture--the part I'm worried about is where it goes under my fence and out to the road, since the big old fenceposts on both sides of the creek have been eroded around to the point where the posts are leaning and no longer really stable. I'm off work today so might go over to the local soil/water conservation district office and see if they can recommend anything.
I need to run into town anyway, come to think of it, since I got reminded last night about the Slime issue. Went out to brush hog a little and noticed the right rear tire on the 620 was a little low, and then while filling it up I noticed a thorn sticking out of one of the front tires. Pulled the thorn out and immediately heard a hiss of air. The rear tire is just a slow leak but now the front one is unusable, goes flat in just a few minutes, so I took it off the tractor and will drop it off at the Heritage co-op to get fixed. Maybe stop by Tractor Supply and look at some Slime. #*&! osage orange thorns anyway.
Charlie, thanks for the kind comments about my place. I didn't replace the actual roofs on all the barns--the previous owners did that about a dozen years ago--but they only did the main roofing and left the old wood fascia boards around all the edges. Many of them had rotted and started to fall off by now, so a few months ago I had them all replaced with new lumber covered with red aluminum to match the roofs. The barns all need some repairs here and there to the wood siding and the big sliding doors, and they all need paint, but I ought to be done worrying about the roofs for a long time.
I have great memories of the summer, 1977 or 78, when I worked for a dairy farmer and in addition to normal barn chores had to paint his big old classic bank barn and two or three smaller outbuildings. Me and a brush and a long extension ladder, classic barn red for the siding, white for the trim (and there was a lot of trim, lot of old-craftsman pride evident in the construction). Took some creativity (and risk) to get up to the peak on each end of the main barn, and took the whole summer to finish everything, but finish it I did and the place looked terrific. Had a lot of different jobs and responsibilities since then but few have involved the same sense of tangible accomplishment. I think about that sometimes when I look at my barns now, but I figure my high-ladder days are behind me.
Tracy and I hope to make it over to Portland at least briefly on Friday the 28th. Got some family activities going on also so will need to see how things work out.
Dean