Last Day Trip of the Summer

It’s usually a good day when I wear a shirt with a kitty cat on it.  I think sometimes, I’m first in a jovial mood and wear a kitty cat shirt in celebration, and sometimes, I’m sort of glum and wear a cat shirt because when I’m going through my drawers looking for something to wear, the kitty or kitties on one of those shirts will make me smile all of a sudden, and so I’ll put it on, look at it in the mirror, and go about my day in a better mood.
 
The leaves have begun to brown and yellow outside, and flutter down like stiff papery butterflies and stick flat against the ground after the rain.  I love when the wet leaves stick to my shoes and I drag them inside unknowingly.  The cats carry them off in their mouths like they’re strange insects and shred them to tiny dry crumbs after a while.  I’m waiting for the tips of them to begin to turn red and orange.  It always amazes me that nature can turn something a neon red.  When I see leaves that color, I stop in awe and never want to look away, never want to stop taking them in.  Leaves are one of the few things I think look better as they start to die.  Flowers certainly don’t.
 
I took these photos on the last day trip I took this summer, sometime very very late August, I believe. 

 

 

 

 

(Very frustrated that I keep trying to add spaces between these photos to let them "breathe", but they keep appearing all bunched up like this.)