a mothers trust

I’m not sure if mom trusts me anymore.  Seems like every time I walk outside and start to do any type of yard work at all, she suddenly shows up to see what I am doing.  My son’s brother-in-law is staying with him during the summer.  He has come over and mowed the yard a couple of times and he ventured again today in that direction.  I thought the least I could do is trim the yard while he mowed.  So, I was outside with the weed trimmer and moving stuff around when she came outside. She stood a good distance away, but she watched me for quite some time before she went back inside.  I did catch her a few times looking out the windows at us, but for the most part I think she realized I wasn’t doing any major damages to the yard today.
 
Now, you ask, how do I know she doesn’t trust me.  Maybe she was just interested in what we were doing and just was out there in the nice sunshine.  Yeah, right.  After the last two weeks a.k.a. Compost Pile??  No, I know mom.  She, if she was going to be openly interested in what I was doing, would have been talking about it.  No, she feigned indifference, and hence the worry.  She talked about everything in the world but what was going on in the yard at that moment.  She talked about the sewing program, the sale flyer in the mail today, what she had for lunch.  Everything but the yard. 
 
See, if she was not worried about the yard she would have talked about trimming the flower beds (watch out for the hosta that is laying on the rock border) to not forgetting about these weeds over there.  She would have talked about how the cone flowers are in full bloom, or how the butterfly bushes being so full this year.  No, she talked about the sewing program, and how they modeled a quilt on it that her group had made a number of years ago.  She told me about the sandwich she had made and taken with her yesterday and how much money we will save if we buy milk at the grocery store this week.
 
I would have heard about how nice this and that looks, how we could plant something in this flower bed or some other thing.  What we could be doing here and there.  But no, she did not say a word about the yard and what I was doing.  The conversational topic didn’t come up in the least.  I think she is afraid to find out.
 
Nope, she don’t trust me.