About 6 years ago, I began sending a card every Tuesday to my wonderful friend from college years when she was diagnosed with cancer. Three years ago, I added a young friend to my Tuesday mailing; she was living with her family on an isolated cattle ranch miles of narrow gravel roads from "civilization." My old friend passed away in July of last year; I continued sending cards to my young friend. This month, she and her husband moved with their three children, 150 cows and calves, a few horses, and several dogs to a new home in the valley just 35 miles from me. During the time they were moving, I didn't send a card, but I've resumed the practice.
As I said in the card, the sentiment (from Technique Junkies) seems perfect for their situation. Her husband no longer has a regular paycheck, and she is taking a job as a visiting nurse. Their children, who were the only students in a tiny one-room school, will be attending a school a few miles from their new home.
Obviously, alcohol inks were used to create the colorful background. My 8-year-old great-niece organized my two containers of AI colors while I worked on the card.