The Sunday Garden

My grandmother, Mei, has always kept a small garden behind her house.

Every Sunday, she gets up early and works there for hours, pulling weeds and watering her vegetables.

Last week, my father decided to help her, hoping to finish the work quickly with modern tools.

He brought a new electric machine that could cut grass in minutes.

However, Mei refused to use it, saying that the noise would frighten the birds.

Instead, she picked up her old scissors and started cutting the grass by hand.

Watching them argue politely, I realized that their ideas about time are completely different.

For my father, saving time is important; for my grandmother, enjoying the process matters more.

In the end, they reached a simple compromise.

He used his machine on the large lawn, while she took care of the small flower beds with her scissors.

By lunchtime, the garden looked lovely, and both of them were smiling proudly.