Propeller Patrol

A pair of winged maple seeds caught my eye right beside the porch railing! I scampered up to the highest wooden step, tucked my cup of roses close, and held one papery winged seed high between two fingers. Three, two, one—drop! Whoosh! It spun like a dizzy little propeller, twirling through the warm air until it touched down softly on the woven doormat below. The flight was so brilliantly smooth that I hurried down, scooped it right back up, and raced up the planks to stage an even grander second launch!