Greetings,Dawg...

Thank you so very much for your kind words on my comment. This is the second time you have encouraged me to expand on a comment I left for you; other time was on Autumn Trilogy. I'm not certain how to go about it.
Your work inspired my little mini-stories; I don't feel I can take credit for ideas inspired by your work. This is why I haven't moved on your suggestions. I think I will wait to do anything in this area until I get some wisdom from you. Yours is a generous spirit and I thank you for your kindness.

Wishing you peace.

Marge

Greetings, Dawg...

I'm imagining an old farmer sitting up in bed, having just awakened before the missus, knowing he has to get up pretty soon to start the chores. That old bed is nice and warm and the air will have a little bit of a nip in it when he goes outside to begin his work once more. He knows this and lingers just a few moments longer, listening to the missus as she snores sweetly and softly there. Just because he's got a few years on him, doesn't mean he hasn't noticed the sparkle in the spider webs and the flicker in the birch leaves when a breeze passes through. Or the icy lace in the window after a good frost. I imagine that he'll linger just a little longer, waiting for the missus to wake up so he can show her that,as he promised, one day she would have lace in her windows...

He just had a little help from a friend.

Thanks for a lovely moment...I love your words.

Wishing you peace.

Marge

This brought a smile...nice voice in this piece.