One of the instructional films used at the temple concludes with our father, Adam, exhorting us, his children, about what is truly important. He does it while standing in a grove of aspens.

As a little boy, one of my very favorite places to play was in a grove of aspens which occupied a narrow strip of land between Markle’s road and the irrigation ditch just below the site where my father eventually built his last house. The grove was thick—so thick that you couldn’t see through it. Most of the trees were saplings less than 3 inches in diameter. They were small enough that I, a small boy, could cut them down to make “logs” for the little, hidden cabin that I envisioned building there in the grove.