Patch #178 Sunrise
What is home really?
Is it where your loved ones are?
Where your heart is happy?
Where time flies by?
We are home, back in Texas, but in my heart the Outer Banks will always be home, too.
This week I'll stitch memories of the past week into patches.
But Don already created his memory-holder while we were in Avon ...
It's a slat of weathered wind fencing, designed to hold the dunes, reduced to driftwood by wind and tide.
Don calls it paint by numbers ...
milk paint layered onto the wood.
I call it art ...
its new home away from home.