A new set of stained glass windows has been designed, after much deliberation. And the colours have been assigned, as well, in advance of the actual production. These windows will not be as colourful as most that have been already completed and installed in various places all over this house of ours.

They will rely on their creative design, and the subtle play of light on a subdued palette to present their own inimitable beauty.

The pattern has been sketched out, a copy of the original done, and the numbered pieces have been cut out. The outline of the pattern is now in progress, with the first pieces of glass now cut and subsequently installed in order, like a picture-puzzle.

My husband says he feels good about having initiated another project of stained glass. It's far more relaxing, to be involved in this, than what has taken so much of his time through the spring, summer and early fall months. And more reflective of his deep interest in artistic aesthetic and expression. Nothing is wrought in stone with such creative projects; he can, at any time, make changes when they seem desirable. He controls both the final expression and the medium.

And we're both in full anticipation of the completed project, an almost-living piece of art that shafts of sunlight and the fleeting dim light of dusk and dawn transform to suit their moods, and uplift ours.