Some days at Rosslyn are more kaleidoscopic than others, textures tumbling, patterns resolving then dissolving again, protean punch-lists pushing the limits of planning and patience, and ever evolving priorities and timelines. Nothing is constant except for change… Some days, many days lately, we’ve been solving and re-solving the paver puzzle.
No one ever steps in the same river twice…
— Heraclitus
This evening I doff my proverbial hat to Pam, Tony, and Calvin who are essaying to braid stone into a seamless tapestry, solving the paver puzzle to ensure that the slowly emerging icehouse courtyard looks as if it belongs, as if it’s been anchoring this outdoor living environment for decades, perhaps even centuries.