There’s a large hunk of rusted iron lingering in my backyard. Waiting.
Crusted with dirt, nearly 4-foot square, it is made from I-beams. A few months ago, I dug it up. My wife and son helped me haul the heavy beast over to a short section of fence. There it leans and will have to keep waiting.
The metal concoction was a gift from my dad to be used as a fire pit. He welded the beams together and attached small tubes so I could slide a grill down over a fire. The grill was adjustable up and down and could swing in and out from the fire. A wonderful gift that I used only a few times over the years.
We reseeded our backyard this year and decided to pull out the fire pit. I thought about scrapping it. But could I toss something my dad made? Then my youngest son said, “Yeah, I helped weld it.