Decades ago a young man with a young wife worked a job which supplied their needs but little extra.
Months passed. The man saw a date looming, a special day which would require a gift for which he had no money.
He worked through lunches. Found scrap and began to cut, smooth, and connect. He put it together with bits of time and thought. He adjusted and fussed with it to the distraction of his machinist co-workers. But he perservered.
The day dawned like any other. The man went to work. The woman performed her daily tasks. At the end of the day he brought it home, hung it on the porch for the wind to play and sing out his love for her.
Happy First Anniversary Sweetheart!