Leeneia,
Yes, that's the interpretation of the song as I read it.
We have the Sycamore/American maple. When I was young we called the seed helicopters. We used to collect them and throw them in the air to watch them twirl down. Hell, we din't have computers in those days, and had to make our own entertainment.
I also have a whirlie-gig, like a giant spider's web in my back garden, to hang my washing on that one day in summer when it's not raining.
love, john.