I grew up on a ranch and on a mountain called Buck Mountain in Mendocino County, CA. My grandfather was a doctor in Los Angeles, and in the 1940s, he bought property up here. Bringing two pack mules from Mexico, he built the ranch house, barn, and outbuildings.
By the time I was born, these two mules, Maggie and Poncho, were regal fixtures on the hillside. Always nearby, the mules liked to hang out on a little clearing above the lake, watching our comings and goings, “holding down the fort” when we left, and always there to greet us when we returned home again.
The image of Maggie in her regal white coat, standing on her springtime grassy mountain… overlooking “her domain,” is burned into my memory and heart forever. Maggie was all white with tiny grey flecks that one could see only when close to her. From far away she looked ‘all white.’ Poncho sported the classic mule tones of dark brown and black. These mules were like family. Both were beautiful. soulful, and magnificent creatures. This painting WHITE MULE ON GREEN is in Maggie’s honor. Blessed Mountain Angel.
This painting WHITE MULE ON GREEN is in Maggie’s honor. Blessed Mountain Angel.
