All things considered

Monday mornings tend to lack in joyfulness and positive energy.
Especially when it's raining.
And you have absolutely no energy left, when the week hasn't even started.

Then I spotted this young tree, trying its best to flourish in the middle the infamous railways bridge in Kilbarrack.

Apparently he cast a side glance at a passing skanger yesterday evening who declared on the spot "wha' you fookin' lookin' ha'? Oy'll fookin boarne ya'"

And he did.

Or at least he tried to. But only managed to seriously maim it up to the first branches.

Thick, violent, bored and incompetent.