The sound is reminiscent of small hailstones hitting the unyielding surfaces of man-made objects – the hoods of the car, the roof and skylights of the house.
Then it stops for a bit...
A breeze rustles the branches of the trees, and another
flurry of maple tree seeds helicopter down spinning wildly as they fall and
breaking apart when they land.
Unlike so many years since we have lived here, this year, once
Spring arrived, there was no hard frost to kill off tender blossoms or
interfere with the production of pollen or seeds.
It seemed to happen overnight. The tips of the trees went from this…
To this..
and just a few days later the seeds are beginning
to turn golden and fall to the ground.
Everything is on overdrive, it seems…
No wonder people tend to want to go a little crazy at this time of year.
5 comments:
All of nature this year seems to be in overdrive!
Cliff calls those seeds "helicopters".
Love helicopters....my Grandpa would always spend time with me collecting them up and relaunching them in the air for my amusement.
P.S. I was then....and am now....easily...amused.
Lovely progression in your photos..I had to look up that new word:)
That's very strange. I don't know anything about maples, but surely the seeds should happen in the autumn, after the plants have flowered? Or are those green things the flowers?
Puzzling ...hope I don't seem too stupid....
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