Here's Hick's own personal pot. He hasn't tended his rock garden in a while. I think he used to have a ceramic bunny sitting inside that cauldron many years ago. The neighbor's dog at that time, Penny, a yellow lab, had a habit of helping herself to Hick's outdoor gewgaws. She'd take them home and put them on her own porch, then her human mom would bring them back on the 4-wheeler and leave them on the corner of our porch. It was an almost daily occurrence. Looks like Penny won. I'm pretty sure Penny has gone to live on a special farm in the country by now.
There's the view from the other side. My grandma (Dad's side) had a huge rock collection. She made her own jewelry, too. Not from rocks this big! She gave Hick a lot of rocks that were just sitting on homemade racks along the back of her house. He's got a good piece of petrified wood, too, but I think it's across the brick sidewalk. That stump is real wood. I think it used to have a ceramic turtle perched on it. Alas, this is what happens when Hick doesn't tend his rock garden.
Anyhoo...Hick ran into the Farmhouse Collection seller the other day, and he said, "I got rid of my farmhouse cast iron stuff. Sold it to a guy for $550!"
Hick was just a little bit put-out by that statement. "Huh. I would have given you that! I wish I'd known."
"I offered it to you, but you didn't want to spend that much."
"No. You offered it to me for $800. I didn't have that kind of money. But I had $550!"
"Oh. I thought I told you $550. I have to make a little money off of it, you know."
"Yeah. Next time let me know if you're gonna lower your price!"
Hick was feeling betrayed, but he wasn't gonna burn any bridges. You never know when the next batch of cast iron cauldrons will come along.