As I stepped into our shed this morning to gather tools for the day, I noticed the latest configuration. In searching for something the day before, Ryan had shuffled the stacks of totes and tools. Where previously had sat a wooden bowl of bolts and a few seashells atop our stuffed-to-bursting toolbox, stood a new arrangement. It caught my eye: two cast iron pans, in need of a sandblasting, topped by Ryan’s bright orange hard hat.

cast iron pans and chainsaw helmut

Mundane, and symptomatic of nothing more than a slightly disheveled storage shed with a few too many items in a tad too small space. And yet, something about it stuck with me. The worn helmet, with knicks and sawdust evidence of its use, balanced on the thick and heavy cast iron, extras that were set aside until need called them back into the kitchen. Both are held atop the old, grey toolbox by…