Stained Glass of September
Monarch Butterflies are in a death spiral. We are so casual about their loss. It is a heart-achingly beautiful world and we’re killing it. We’re killing it for our own convenience. We’re killing it for our personal greed. Climate change? We’ve got to make the profit, we’ve got to pump that oil, we’ve got to frack that oil, we’ve got to sell that oil, we’ve got to burn that oil or corporate empires will collapse so damn the butterflies, full speed ahead.
Cut those trees because families must be fed and when the forest is gone we’ll feed them something else. There’s profit to be made.
How do I explain to the next generation I let this happen on my watch?
This NYTimes video is eleven years old. (There may be an error in the type of milkweed is preferred.)
Ten, fifteen, twenty years ago my fall beach walks and kayaking excursions were filled with migrating monarchs. No more. I give my yard over to their favorite foods and far fewer are stopping to eat now. That shot is of New England Aster that I cultivate along with butterfly bush, tall phlox and milk weed, amongst others. It is not enough. There needs to be more of us helping feed them on the flyways. We need to protect the Mexican mountains where they winter.
Something beautiful is passing from this world.
Edit: I forgot the challenge tag. I see my asters from my front windows.