The parking lot forest of dead Christmas trees

Christmas trees at the side of the road this week prompted me to undress our own, which I did this morning, thinking we'd set it out on the curb this evening in time for pick up.

But when I stepped out of the house this morning, there were no Christmas trees in sight.

I soon found them, however. A couple buildings down from us is a parking lot — really two parking lots with a sloped drive between them, a slope where all the parking lot snow is mounded.

It seems someone rescued all the discarded trees of the neighbourhood in the night and planted them here.