Dear Anna,
Thank you! When I was a child we had a lovely, grassy hill I could see from my bedroom window. One day large trucks came and tore up the hill. They carried away gravel that was the essence of the hill. They left behind a pit, a scar in the earth.

I think when I saw great rocks in the template picture, I thought of mining, probably because of my hill.

It was fun imagining the little pioneer family. Little did all those pioneer families know they were part a moment, a period in history that would change the landscape and upend the lives of thousands.

Hills, grazing cows...what a lovely image, an image that has always been in my heart.

I wish you good health and many experiences with idyllic landscape.

With great affection,

Your New York friend,

AG