Caught ya!

When I left for a walk to the Post Office, mom was happily resting in her rocking chair after a busy morning of packing wood. As I sauntered back, up the road past the neighbors, I noticed their gate was open...then I did a double-take.

There she was. Bold as brass. Helping the neighbors put in a garden. RAKING. Which is hard on the old bones, just let me testify. Tired old bones. At least they had been, a short 15 minutes previous.


I stopped. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked. "Um, well, Dwyane wanted to borrow the rototiller to put in some garden, and I felt I should come with it..." Yah. Right.

So I left them to their fun, and hiked on around the corner to the house. Where I immediately fetched the camera, and started taking pictures through the window.

So the next time she says she is just going to "rest awhile", I can show her the pictures and have her define just what the word "REST" means.