The I Of The End Of August

Thirty-one and counting.

But not counting far.

30Aug

Curbside, screaming.

My fans?

August 29

Confused.

But green. And sunny.

XXVIII-VIII AVGVSTVS, MMXI

When in Rome.

Take photos of walls. (But if in Russia, are you then a wallruss?)

Leaf me! Aug27

Alone, I weep. For the leef.

What took the leep. Too soon, laddie. Aye.

20110826 Death To Leaves

Coming soon.

To a season near you.

5*5 August 2011

Hot today.

But not in the shade.

Twenty-fourtheth, Of August

Pea on you.

Dew it, dew.

The Twenty-Threeth Um Aug

A bit of rain overnight.

Another step toward summer's end.

22 Aug - Ant Lunch

Eating something big and hairy.

As I walked by.

August 21. More Blue.

Hanging around.

Waiting for fall. Waiting to fall.

20/8 Day Of The Leaf

Get them now.

While they're still up.

Dripping With Sweet Potential

August 19.

A day like any other. Except that I walked by.

Aug 18. Late.

As in the late mouse.

Which will now miss all future appointments.

August 17, A Prime Day

With a prime as its serial number.

Or not. Could be coincidence.

816 Return Of The Pods

Quiet and still.

Plotting the future as I walked by.

Halp August (15)

Yellow-N-Green.

Bright and seen.

Fourthteenth Of Augutht

Cloudy.Cloudy.

Blue.

13 Aug - Ants B-Gone

I'm hairy, I'm here, and I'm hungry.

Let's do lunch.

Mmmm, Fog, Aug 12

Still leafy, still green but dull here.

Well, dull can be OK too.

811 Going To Seed

It happens.

Even around here.

10 von August

Bushpussy returns to its habitat.

Soon, nothing but a memory.

August 9 SnuffleMug

Bush pussy takes a sniff.

My camera makes a click.

August 8 - Pod Day

Why not? Quit struggling.

Be just like the folks on TV. But more colorful.

Aug 7 - Pussybutt

A retrospective on early morning tail fuzz.

Hey. We're all friends here. See? There's another one.

August 6. Hmmm.

Another gray day.

Summer in my mind. Leastways the leaves are still up.

Sniffypuss, August 5

My friend the kitteh.

Haz interests personal.

Bush Pussy August 4

My friend returns.

Early in the morning, purring.

Goosers August 3

The neck brigade.

Probing the grass with their beakers.

Augie Twodie, 2011.

Bunnies onesies.

Out in the back. Hangin' out.

L'Oneth d'August.

Crashed and trashed.

Reality is like that. It always catches up.