Berit

Through the kitchen window, I watched the sun rise. The hills cradled it. I took a scrap of brown paper and joined those letters. The P and the R leaned, made a valley. Tenderly, they held the V.

I said to Adolph, “Pleasant View Ranch.”

We smiled. We laughed like children. Our home now had a name. Adolph shaped and welded our brand with bits of iron from our old Model T. Those letters declared that we were more than the cattle. We had a name, a country, and this was our home.