Raining Airplanes
Over the night hours the Maple tree let loose with all of its seed pods. We have called them airplanes since I could talk. At just the right time as the seed pods have dried, they spin from on high to the ground. The base of the seed pod is heavy enough that that stick straight up into the soil. You can believe me, I was out raking them off of the Hosta area. Each one of these seed pods would love to sprout a tree . . . right where it is not welcomed. On a sidebar, the dappled warm sunlight on the backyard is just what we need to continue encouraging all of the newly planted area to take off. It is coming along nicely.