Every year at about this time I take a moment to appreciate that my home is nestled in a lush grove of hundreds, maybe thousands, of maple trees.
Of course, that statement would be a lot more impressive if the trees didn’t look like this:
And here’s one raging out of control in its natural habitat:
So after I mow my urban yard next time, my maple forest will be reduced to the two full-grown trees that produce thousands of little helicopter seeds every year (maybe a dozen of which are actually sprouting right now in a damp gutter).
Let’s just say if one of these little guys fell in the woods, they wouldn’t make a sound no matter how many people were there to hear it.