This morning I was complaining to the Hubby about how much I detest the helicopters from the Maple trees.
They get all over the yard, when it rains they get slimy on the sidewalks, there's no way to get them all up, so there are hundreds of tiny maple trees trying to grow all over our yard.
I hate them.

This afternoon, my daughter looks up and says "Mama! Look! It's raining butterflies!"

All right.
I guess they're not that bad.