I found this heart outside my Mom’s assisted living. I saw it. I pointed it out to one of the lady residents who happened to be out for a walk. She looked at it and walked away. I was picking up my mom to take her out for the day. I thought to myself, that if it’s still there when I take Mom back, that heart must be there for me. It was still there. I took it home with me. I’ve been hiding quilted hearts myself since last fall. This is the first one I found. Thank you to the maker. It’s very sweet.
