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I'm a retired teacher turned writer. Ferradiddledumday (my Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story) and Stuck (my middle grade paranormal novel) are available from Cedar Creek Publishing.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Winging It

Did some fairies lose their wings in the grass?


No, these are seeds from the silver maple trees in my yard. The two trees produced gazillions of seeds that flew to the ground on their little wings. See?


Here's another view:


And a more distant view. Those seeds are everywhere. 


Most will not take root and grow . . .


. . .  especially not in the road. 


Some didn't even make it to the ground.


A seed is not a tree. 'Tis a pity so many fall by the wayside, and only a few reach treehood.

These seeds, like ideas, need the right conditions to take root and grow.
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3 Comments:

Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

My front yard is covered with these seeds. I call them helicopters because of the way they twirl when they fall. The squirrels love to eat the seeds.

8:23 PM  
Blogger CountryDew said...

Gosh, I thought those seeds came down in June, not April! Wow.

We called them dib-a-dibbas when I was young, because that was the helicopter noise we made when we flung them.

12:06 PM  
Blogger Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

We used to call them helicopters. I didn't know they came from silver maple trees. Still learning...

11:46 PM  

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