October 05, 2005

I found pieces of my childhood scattered across the sidewalk this morning. I was delighted to find bits of Oklahoma whirling down from the sky, landing at my feet. Stooping, I began to gather the delicate pods. I gently held them in my hand, afraid of crushing the fragile, encased fruit, winged for escape, outfitted for traveling the winds to other lands, fields, or merely a few inches away to the northern corner of the yard. In a moment of frivolity, I threw them from my hand, watched them rise, pause in civil disobedience to the law of gravity and spin dizzily to the ground, their whirring faintly tickling my ears.

I collected several choice pods and slipped them into my pocket to bring home to the girls as reminders that pieces of their own childhood in Missouri have found their way here.

Posted by Rae at October 5, 2005 01:24 PM

Oh that brings back great memories for me too. I loved those things.

Posted by: Randy at October 5, 2005 12:57 PM

Isn't it funny how we pass these fun childhood games onto our children? Sometimes not even meaning to. T loves to see how high he can throw them before running after it to just do it all over again. I still remember the first time I showed him one....something about that sparkle in the corner of his eye that he gets when he is discovering something for the first time. I can't get enough of that!

Posted by: Sally at October 5, 2005 02:58 PM

Me, too, Randy.

Me neither, Sally.


Posted by: Rae at October 5, 2005 02:59 PM

Me, too, Randy.

Me neither, Sally.


Posted by: Rae at October 5, 2005 03:00 PM

Forgive me but I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm from West Texas and what ever this is we did not have any.

Posted by: bigwhitehat at October 5, 2005 11:53 PM

Bigwhitehat--Seeds from maple (and maybe some other types of) trees. The weight is on one end of a bladed seedpod that, if thrown into the air, whirls around as it falls, slowing its descent. They look like teeny little helicopters and are loads of fun to play with. :D

Rae--I loved this: "pieces of my childhood scattered across the sidewalk ...bits of Oklahoma whirling down from the sky." Something that had been tight within loosened as I read. Lovely work.

Posted by: Cindy at October 7, 2005 11:32 AM

Cindy, thanks for the explanation to BWH. BWH- have you seen them elsewhere? I am sorry that you are stuck with West Texas shrubs ;)

Thanks, Cindy. I appreciate your poet's praise. Also glad to know that something touched your soul :D

Posted by: Rae at October 9, 2005 10:58 PM