Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose?
Our automatic lawn mower, known as “Mowey” left us yesterday. It was not a tearful goodbye, but a long goodbye. He was not sad. He realised that the lawn was not longer growing and his half hour journey daily was not necessary. We told him of the dangers of snow and ice and he understood.
Mr. Swiss removed his connections carefully, narking each one of them with a special colour to ensure that we would connect him again in Spring in the right place. We learnt from our mistakes last spring, as Mowey were quite confused when two of the leads got crossed. It was not an easy job and we were all quite sad. Mowey himself did not mind and was looking forwards to his rest during the Winter in the cellar. It was deserved after his daily wandering across the lawn. He was faithful to the end.
We removed the cutting blades and they were cast away. Next year he will be fixed with new knives. Of course there was quite a lot of cleaning to be done. His insides were caked with mud and garden refuse. It was not possible to just clean it away with a cloth and water, Mowey had to have a power shower and this was the first problem. Mrs. Angloswiss had already emptied the hose and put it in the cellar, but there was a watering can still available which was not so efficient. It was then that we decided to get the small attachment hose for a quick cleaning session. Unfortunately the gardener had visited in the meanwhile, done his final Winter work for the complete estate, and of course, like all good gardeners, had turned off the water supply until Spring as there would have been a danger of freezing. We were left with no water, so back to the watering can.
Mowey was becoming impatient, he wanted to go to his friends in the cellar, the two hoses were waiting. After an hour of manual cleaning operations, uttering profanities and being coated with the muddy remains of the Summer, he was ready to go. He waved goodbye saying “see you next Spring when the grass will grow again” and he was gone. Of course we shed a few tears, but noticed on his arrival in the cellar he was greeted by the other appliances that were spending Winter in the cellar.
Now there is a bare patch on the lawn, Mowey’s place, but we have covered it with a protective shield.
Yes, this is the only thing that is leaving at the moment. The only places we leave for today are the local supermarket, the doctors, and perhaps a walk into the unknown.