 And he was sort of kind of like a visitor. I think that she was a lover of nature. The place up in Stamford, which is right next to the Greenwich border on the Mayanus River, was magical. It was reflective of mother, dad, too. But the way she did it, the landscaping, the trees, the rock garden, the way the driveway fits, mother just into the landscape, the way she did the whole place was simply remarkable.