I have discovered how few places provide electric carts for use. I do not have the strength and stamina to walk very far at all as still working on regaining muscle and strength. So now when I do take a short jaunt out, I need an electric cart to use. Now my ventures are limited because of this. Before my fall in May I was always out and about and kept active. Now I do so miss going to my favorite thrift shops, antique stores, garage sales, seasonal events, fairs, and for hikes with my camera. Just going out to lunch or dinner with a friend takes a lot out of me. I am so tired of feeling like this and spending so much time sitting or laying down. *sigh*
Here is a poem I have edited a few times and decided to share with you all. Many of my friends have already heard it. I hope you all enjoy it.
My Gentle Green Heart
it’s the mottled green of a forest, damp
after a rainfall, leaves tossing watery
jewels to the spongy moss below.
it’s the pale green of grinning Bramley apples
blushing in the sunshine, scenting
the breeze with their acidic aroma.
Now and then
it’s the emerald of a slick lizard
scurrying along soft mossy bark
of a stoic fir tossing cones.
It may be
a striped watermelon dripping
with luscious sweetness, tempting
us to taste, discover, enjoy.
my gentle green heart is a seedling
peeking from the shelter of its fleshy soul
seeking warmth, nourishment, and affection.