Do you remember these? We called them helicopters. The dried fallen seeds from the Maple tree. As children we would pick them up by the handful, throw them into the air and watch as they slowly sailed to the ground.
I have two maple trees in my yard, planted 10 years ago. As I have walked in the yard through the seasons doing yard work, playing with the kids, taking the dog out, I have watched the progress of these seeds. They start as tiny clusters of flowers, barely noticeable among the budding leaves, grow to the green double headed seed, then change to brown and finally drop to the ground, trying to find purchase in the dirt.
It has been many years since I have thrown these helicopters into the air, until this week. I bent down and picked up a few. Then one at a time, laughing and reliving moments from my childhood, tossed them into the air and watched them twirl to the ground.
I don't know why it has taken me so long to do this again, but since that day, every time I go out by my trees and see the seeds among the blades of grass, I pick up one or two and relive all over again.