From the time the sun sets on the winter solstice until it rises on the summer solstice, I look forward to the longer days, and then, in an instant, the the time of days growing longer is over, and the march toward winter begins anew as the crochet days grow shorter.
When I was a child, I luxuriated in the unfolding summer days. Uninterrupted by the schedule of school or lessons, each day felt as if it stretched on forever. Nothing it seemed — except playing outdoors — was prescribed. I rode my bike, climbed trees, read books, and played with the toys of summer — jacks and hula hoops and trolls.
There were games to be played and dreams to be dreamed —- it was both a busy and completely carefree time.
I often wish I could feel the way I felt when I was a child with the days of summer stretched out before me like an ocean with waves rolling in, and I suppose that is something I like about crochet. The repetition of the stitches recreates that feeling of an endlessness summer, one filled with limitless possibilities.
And certainly choosing the colors for the second round or crochet rehab also presents an opportunity for endless possibilities and permutations, but lucky for me, I found a companion package that I had mislaid when I brought the mail in, and when I opened it, I found more yarn for my current rehab. It included this rainbow:
and these neutrals:
With the replenished stash of DK weight yarn and a small assortment of hooks, I resumed my work and finished the first round of rehab on all twenty-seven remnants:
Which meant that I had fifty-four ends to weave in and trim.
So I did:
Tomorrow is a new day, albeit one that is a touch shorter, but I will use every moment of daylight to move forward, one stitch at a time.