It's not easy being green, or so the old saying goes.
I'll have to take Kermit's word for it.
I've been blue.
I've been red.
A few times yellow.
Orange a time or ten in my life.
Burnt on my bottom.
Nude sunbathing might sound like a good idea, but sun burn on your butt isn't fun!
But never green.
The blues hit me a few times, just out of the, well, the blues.
Down right nasty blues too, the kind that make you sing them blues, like, woman done took all your money and your booze, and even the dog and left ya for a fool.
I imagine being green might be fun, unless it was medical.
Green in the medical world is bad, it's like, "What color is his wound?"
Blue's not good then either.
"What color is his lips?"
Right now, in March, the spring time is hitting hard. Green grass already ready to mow and trim.
I haven't yet but some folks around me have started up the mower and cut their grass.
Green is nice, but I have a feeling, this summer, going to be hot, which means, the green grass of today will be an icky brown after a few months or more of over a 100s.
And then I'll have the blues!
Nothing more depressing than brown grass, 110 in the shade, with the heat index in the 120s!
It ain't easy being green!