I love it when the trees are so tall they have grown together above the lane so that I am driving in a tunnel of trees, the light just sparkling through the leaves like shiny copper pennies falling from heaven. Of course, I know Copper Ridge Ranch was named for the natural element once found in its soil, and if anything rains down on Marcus Eliott – it’s not copper. It’s thousand dollar bills. Do they even make those? If they do, I’m sure Mr. Eliott uses them like tissue paper.