It is not every day that a tree presents itself as a pair of handstanding buttocks.

Last weekend I was singing a song cycle celebrating The Green Man.

Yesterday I found him, butt naked, cavorting in a local park. A briefly sharp sunbeam  alerted me to his performative bottom. I’ve just digitally tweaked his butt to make him a little more obvious. ( Not a sentence I would normally share on the blog!)

Happy Sunday.

Then I flipped him over.