I struggled with this post at first, which seems funny now because it all became so clear in the end.
I knew I wanted to include this verse from The Writer's Almanac (recently added to the Kindred Spirits) ...
And I knew I wanted to do something that represented solstice.
Oddly enough, it took me a while to think of looking back at my summer solstice patch, with the Strawberry Moon rising into a darkening sky ...
So of course it turned out that the solstice patches would align ...
and it was a short mental leap to seeing my way clear to a similar patch ...
Meanwhile, Don was busy hanging pictures of our grandkids, taken (you guessed it) on the eve of the summer solstice and finally printed this week. From oldest to youngest, Logan and Jackson ...
Griffin and Jace ...
with just enough room at the end of the wall to fit in one more, someday soon.
They are the light of our lives ...
and as I took a picture of the (almost) complete picture wall ...
I saw my grandmother's desk in the background, Don's grandfather's desk in the foreground, and our very first couch (remember crate furniture?) in between.
That's when my doubts about next year's cloth resolved. I do want to continue patchplay and storytelling, although perhaps not every single day. And I want to keep trying new things, to continue playing with new ideas, even while honoring the old things that live with us in our home.
I know I'm being vague ... the ideas are still coalescing. But I do know for sure that next year's cloth will be about love and learning and light ...
and how their increase will surely bring us joy.
