Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends

This is a story of shrimp, sausage and potatoes who were always best friends but one day decided to invite Kale to a shrimp and grits-like after work party.  Garlic and butter were there of course.  They are at all of the best parties. 

The End

Opposite to my sister's amazing long range view of the mountains from her back yard in Colorado, I see a long thin vertical scene from my kitchen window that includes a tree that goes up so high, I have to take 3 pics to get the whole thing in.  The leaves have fallen, something I love to look upon as part of the whole tree experience.  But someone comes and sweeps them up for the neighbors, puts them in bags and throws them out like the trash on garbage day.  What's the fun in that?