When the land was exceptionally droughted in 2011, we brought our family pictures to my daughter's house in Austin in case of brush fires. We also brought the blueprints for our new-to-us home as I knew I would want to rebuild it if the worst were to happen.
The drought passed and the blueprints came back home, home being the place we love being together. But I can't honestly say if it's the concrete and timber that I love most or the land upon which it sits ... the land that I'm slowly but surely documenting week-by-week in One Hill Country Year.
It's ironic, living in the hills when we had always thought we would retire to the beach. And even though our planned two-month sojourn to the Outer Banks has been shortened to a tentative single week in October, Don has made my daydreaming easier with his new "paint by number" series in which he colors within the lines formed by wood grain ...
leading to depictions of beach ...
and mountains ...
both of which we now call "home."
