Yesterday, my friend Gary climbed up our twenty-six stairs, reaching the somewhat flat area by our cottage. I was waiting to greet him. He took a look around, as it was the first time he’s been up on the hill. He saw our greenhouse and contemplated whether he should set one up at his place, a picture-book home overlooking a bay. He looked at our porch project, then his gaze travelled up the forested hill. And he gave me a pony, a lovely and generous gift. The pony’s iridescent body is glossy and dark and the hooves are matte black from raku kiln smoke. It is a treasure. You may remember Gary Ruckman’s work, but if you have yet to see it or want to refresh your memory, click on this link to Gary’s Wild Horse Plains. Here’s a peek at the little gem he gave me… It fits right in with our little home and will give us much pleasure.