Archive for September, 2013

My naughty nephew ended up damaging our old Lawn Mower when he came down for vacation. My father suggested that we get a new one but after taking a look I decided that we could get it repaired once and see the practicability. I have never been good mower and most of the times it was my mother who prefers to scythe her garden, because she is too possessive about it.


However, I was the one who was given the task for getting the machine mended. The only stuff that I had known well about this grass-cutter was that it had spoiled too many of my Sundays with its noisiness. Hence I was somewhat happy to get rid of it and was actually trying to avert the idea of getting it fixed. But my mother knew that until she pushed me hard for it, the job would hardly get done. Hence she made sure that the next weekend I had to go to the market.

lawn mower repair

But it helped my solve my problems too, because while getting the Honda Mower Parts, I also was taught by the repairer how to use the stuff in such a way that it will produce minimum sound. I had to learn it with absolute attention. Yet, after I showed mom how to use it in the proper way, she got so impressed that she ended up handing the job of trimming the lawn to me. So, this turned out to be an even bigger issue than I had imagined; but that is another story.


It was just another Christmas Vacation but to make it special we decided to celebrate it with at John’s grandma. She lived alone on the outskirts of the city; in a house my husband had named ‘The Chateau’, because to him, it had never been lesser than one of those mystic castles, the stories of which he had heard from grandma.

And as we reached there, I could understand why he was so fascinated with that house. It indeed carried the look of a villa, which lay snug amongst the woods giving the warmest welcome to its visitors. But I was a little tensed to see the condition of the garden; although grandma had tried to maintain it but her age and health prevented her from being the same active homemaker she had always been. So, I decided to make my little contributions, to help my husband relive the liveliness of his childhood days.

Echo lawn mower repair

All I needed was a lawn mower; grandma had one but it needed a little mending. We went to the nearby market the next day and got some spare parts. The best part of marrying an engineer is that they are often good henchmen and will repair your small machineries. John has always proved his worth in that.


As I mowed the lawn, I could see the old lady’s eyes gleaming with pleasure; and the next thing was a nice barbeque treat for us along with a delight of blueberry cakes grandma is famous for.