Whoa, Trigger

Roy Rogers knew when to say, "Whoa, Trigger."  I don't.

I'm sure the same thing happens to others who take part in a weekly blog meme.   You know you don't have the perfect whatever for the topic and go with what you've got, thinking nothing better is going to come along in the time available.

As soon as my daughter-in-law turned into the drive on Friday evening and I saw a little green passenger, I knew I'd jumped the gun with my Bring on the Green post.

Georgia was off to a disco at school, in a St Patrick's Day costume.  They had called in to use my glue gun to stick on the shamrocks.

 Then on Saturday she was once again decked out in green, a dark green this time, playing soccer at school. 

The time for winter sports is fast approaching.  The hot, humid weather seems to be gone.  I mowed the lawn yesterday afternoon around 2 pm, the hottest part of the day - and survived.  I suspect it might have done me in a month or so ago.   Dead heading the dahlias a bit later, I realized all their flowers will be gone soon. 

I will miss the colours of summer.