Nice picture Dale, gotta love tractors, something about them. I see the tractor does not have a cab, is your climate dry where you live? I think that I am a "farmer" deep down inside. My roots go back to farming folk, my grandfather built his own house out of logs (he didn't have a tractor though) that he logged off his property and I loved to go there and spend time with them with my siblings. My poor grandma, so many of my cousins and my siblings would go for weekends and stay with them. I am sure thay probably sometimes had more than 10 little kids all running around, overnight. They had an enormous log house that was kind of built in the shape of a square U, in the centre of the square U was an outside wooden porch that did not have a rough and that was where the rain barrel was kept to catch the rain for the inside cooking and bathing. I remember the dipper that hung on this barrel, and the water was always felt so cool to drink on those hot summer days. Now going to the outhouse was another thing, from the eyes of a child, that was a horrific place to go, it was very scarey, never forget that. Those were very simple days, and I would long to be able to go back in time, to the days when life had not but a care. We lived in the country too, but we had running water and a toilet. My grandma had wood stoves that she cooked on, and this heated her house too. I take my hat off to that woman who provided such a warm and loving environment to all her 26 grandchildren that were the first group that grew up when I was growing up. There a a short break in time, and then a whole new batch of grandchildren came along, as us older grandchildren had grown up quite a bit, and my grandma's younger children grew up and had their children. She was the "mother" of many. She had 9 children in total. Our family is enormous on that side, and when we have a reunion, we have a reunuion. I remember being at my grandma's farm and one of my uncles, (he was a young teenager at that time), had built a treehouse, up about 30 feet in one of the old big leaf maples. In looking back at some pictures recently of the farm, I never in my wildest dreams would have ever let one of my kids build a treefort that was so high up in the trees. How did they survive this treefort? I don't know, I don't remember any of my aunt's or uncles that still lived at home when I was tiny to have fallen out of it, guess they just knew how to handle their own bodies and were careful. Yeeks!!!! Have a great day. Cindi