Working on our front porch on one of the loveliest pre-winter days, a friend of Lloyd’s, a professional welder, joined a steel rod onto a pipe.  It will form part of a hoist Lloyd is constructing to help lift the horse sculpture in its heavy mould up and out of the cement mixer.

I never tire of looking at WIND IN MY MANE:

http://mcdonaldart.com/sculptures/windInMyMane.htm

I have a pretty good idea who couriered the puffin to our door, and left its delightful greetings . . . but they won’t fess up . . . in spite of two email inquiries . . . so the mystery is still intact.

In the meantime, Pete, the patient Puffin, sits on the corner of the sewing machine in the studio, keeping me company.  He wishes I’d quit dabbing and scraping on the rocks and concentrate on his cousins instead.