I just had a neat experience. I was outside the house. Just bumming around. Playing with the cats, watching two robins flying around the wild grape vines. Then I heard a rustling sound.
I looked up, squinted into the lowering sun, and realized what I was hearing. The wind had picked up and was blowing the maturing maple seeds off one of our maple trees. As the dry seeds broke off the tree they rustled, then helicoptered to the ground in a quiet shower. Neat.
Posted by lesjones