22 July 2012

Green Wingnut, Missoula, Montana

Upon moving to Montana in grade seven, I was introduced to wingnuts as a form of entertainment on a long walk to school. The seeds fall in abundance from maple trees that stand sentry on the more picturesque streets of many Montana towns. You basically scoop them up and throw them up in the air, then watch, mesmerized, as they spiral down to the ground. Through impatient testing, I've learned you can fling green ones aloft all summer long, but won't delight in their twirling flight of descent until they're fully dry in autumn.

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