As of last Friday, there are three new little
Buxtons living in our basement. Adorable as they are, the new arrivals are not the subject of today's post. Instead I'm thinking back to 1983 when the first Cinnamon came into my life.

That Cinnamon was a chestnut pony mare, about 13.2 hands tall, who belonged to Tom Sawyer Day Camp. One of my classmates had leased her for the winter, but she was a timid rider and it wasn't long before she decided Cinnamon was unmanageable. I was a lot braver so she became my project.

And what a wonderful project she was! She was being boarded at Eaton Canyon Riding Club which was just down the road from my parents' house. I rode her several times a week and her previous bad behavior all but disappeared with more frequent exercise.

My best friend Sarah rode her, too!

Even Erin and her friend Lisa shared in the fun. I really like this picture because Cinnamon's forelock and Erin's bangs look almost identical!

Snickers may hold the "Best Pony Ever" title, but Cinnamon is the one I most wish I could own now. She was such a nice pony. All these years later and I
still miss her.

1983.