An Ode to The Gimpy Gardener

I thought I'd write a poem

to bring you up to date

Seems for my arm to heal

I will just have to wait

Just rest and relaxation

is what this will demand

No diggin' in the dirt for now

is more than I can stand

They say that my computing

is causing me some harm

Before I give that up just yet,

I'll type with my left arm!

I thought two months of therapy

would make my arm just fine

But now the doc says longer,

as much as six to nine!

So my garden is in limbo

with projects left undone

No working on the pathway

that I had just begun

Yet all is not lost
as faithful perennials still bloom
They bring cheer to my heart
and dispell all the gloom

As for this autumn season

I'll have to sit this out

and try to keep my chin up

instead of sulk and pout

I've many other blessings

that I am grateful for

I'll thank the Lord and wait to see

just what He has in store

In case you're just tuning in to my arm saga, you can get the scoop on my previous Gimpy Gardener post.

"I waited patiently for the Lord;
He turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
He set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man
who makes the Lord his trust."
Psalm 40:1-4

Until next time, take care of yourself while working in your garden so you, too, do not end up lamenting a gimpy limb.

Toni :-)