A Family of Cones...

or...The Three Coneheads.

The Conehead skit on Saturday Night Live was never my favorite, and these cone flowers are not my favorite either...but they are pretty.

I envisioned this as a mother cone flower, flanked by two of her offspring. The young'ens are in that awkward teen phase...just about ready to get a little color, and B-U-R-S-T into adulthood. Little do they know that they will only last for a few days. But, at least they will have their time to shine.

A hot and humid Saturday...mostly spent inside. Watched the women's Wimbledon final, the first mountain stage of the Tour de France, and finished my Sunday School lesson. Tomorrow's topic? Blessings.

Merrick is over for the night. Lisa just got home from work. It's dinner time...and...just like the Coneheads used to say..."We're about to consume mass quantities of pasta.