Pine bouquet

A few storms ago, a pine tree blew down on the neighboring golf course. It wasn’t on the course itself; on what’s called the rough, I think. Anyway, after a couple of days someone sawed it into chunks and it’s been there in a heap ever since.

Well, last week, after the Monday dusting of snow we got, I rather fancied that it looked like a bouquet:

And then a few days later, in different light:

They don’t seem to be in any hurry to haul it away.