Maple Helicopters

I played tennis. After a day off and a bike ride my skill level came up a bit and there were moments of near zonedom. This time we played geezer doubles at Marie Park again. Those pesky maple seed helicopters were all over the court. Luckily, we had brooms. Curt brought his kitchen broom and I had my barn broom, so we were able to clear off most of the debris in a matter of minutes. The wind kept bringing new seeds to the court and brings back some that have been swept off. Even the newspapers have commented on the spate of maple seeds this year. It's been a strange year and the maple trees seemed spooked, expecting and planning for a bad year. And now the cottonwood trees are joining the fun. The air as we played was filled with woolly cottonseed fiber.

The back yard before the sweet smell of grass being mowed was created by the electric mower attached to the long yellow cord and pushed resolutely around the premises by one Tennis Tousan earlier today. A beautiful day in the Saintly City.