Rocky Has A Home

Several years ago, I took a stone carving class at the museum. We worked in marble and carved a face by finding features in the stone. My piece, unimaginatively named Rocky, looks like a sleeping knight. Since he first arrived, Rocky's been moved from place to place. He lived in the sun room for awhile before being relocated outside the sun room. I knew he would always be the first feature in the Zen garden.

This morning, Himself moved Rocky to his permanent home as the stone island in the middle of the pebble sea. Himself's description was less eloquent: Gewgaw 1.