His wife wanted a table.
A rustic planked prairie table.
A table that whispered of times gone by;
of hands kneading bread on worn boards;
of farmhouse suppers lit by soft candlelight;
of mornings full of bright sunlight splashing across thick planks.
So the man hauled slabs of wood on a sled through the deep snow to his workshop.
Together, they decided to use parts of the table that already stood in the kitchen ~
making the project a little more difficult,
but well worth a try.
Since a narrower table was in the plan,
his rough, weathered hands unscrewed the old tabletop,
piece by piece.
After it was sanded, stained and steel wooled,
the wife stood back and smiled at her hard working husband...
...and he smiled back.