I loved this afghan as a child, and remember curling up under it as I laid on gramma's sofa.
It's bright...
and colorful...
and makes me feel cozy.
It's yarn is soft to the touch...
and it's warmth is soothing to my soul.
Today is the shortest day of the year! From now on,
more and more hours of light will be coming our way!
Winter solstice gives me hope
for the promise of spring--
when flowers will bloom...
As I patiently wait for that promise to be fulfilled, I will wrap myself in gramma's afghan on every wintery day, until the warmth of the sun lasts longer than the dark of winter.
Then, I will put it to rest and store it all summer, until next winter, when gramma's afghan will bloom for me once again.
--Today I am thankful for...the years that I had and the memories that remain of my grandmother.
