Protesting

I had a good walk this morning, and the cold temperature encouraged me to pick up my pace. Felt great. I spotted the face in this tree, not sure about the expression, but it looked like the tree was carrying something else tucked under its arm, also with a face that looked like it was protesting. Me and my imagination.
Bill stopped in for coffee on his way home from town this morning and stayed for a late lunch, a good visit. He's doing quite well, all things considered.