A skittering, fluttering sound of many bird wings overhead, my attention paused, breath stopped. “What is that?” Then dozens of maple wings merrily spun down from the roof and out into the yard!
What a marvelous creation of God—one of my favorites! I love dropping the perfectly balanced winged maple seeds off our landing, watching them helicopter many feet down and away. My husband is just this year discovering their joys (we didn’t grow up with maples) and is like an excited kid hurrying up and down the stairs to launch yet another.