Walking along the marsh road I spotted something unusual in an otherwise ordinary tree (note the lack of leaves, though the burgeoning buds are heartening, as is the green grass and lack of snow. There was snow on the ground at our flight's stopover in Montreal: the horror! But I digress...)
Closer inspection revealed a tricycle well-ensconced in the tree's embrace.
Some poor tyke's trike well and truly up a tree. A treed trike, as it were.
This is how I imagine it got there. Full speed ahead!
There were some other unusual trees I saw along the marsh road. They were leaning back from the murky ditch water as if trying to daintily lift their toes...er...roots from the muck. I glorified the scene a wee bit in Photoshop when I got home as I found the original colours a bit drab after all the lush green foliage and brilliant flowers I've been spoiled with for this past month out in North Vancouver.
They treat their trees with great respect out there, don't you know! I saw this beauty proudly sporting a tree scarf that some kind soul had knit for her/him. Maybe I should knit some socks for those trees down on the marsh road. Or maybe I should just try to get my circadian rhythm back in sync.