at the point of time when i wanted to return to my home town ... i realised that there were quite a list of things for me to do at my late parents-in-laws house ... there's no one to care for of the wooden house ... more so when flooding has been frequent in the area ... at my age, with two grown-up kids ... the grass cutting spree (i'd say) surely kept me exhaused and drained till breaking fast during the holy month of ramadhan ... armed with a weaved hat, a portable lightweight grass cutting machine hung on my back .. there i was swinging the cutter shaft from side to side trimming the grass and the stubborn lalangs
i remember that grass cutting was so much fun a few years back ... smelling the freshly cut grasses gathered in the front yard of the house ... with a stone set chairs and table under the mangosteen tree in the yard (see pic) ... use to have our family lunch there as often as we can when everytime we return home ... the stone set brought lots of sweet memories ... those days when ma and pa-in-law were still around ... they weeded all the grass in the yard and grew pegagas instead ... and harvest them on sundays and supply these "ulams" at a competitive price at the "pekan nat" near to a "not so busy" railway station ... what's left now are wild grasses, lalangs, untendered bouganvillas, ubi kayu, bananas plants, lots of creepers and crawlies ... the compound was so big (to me) that it took about three days to clear the yard
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