On New Year’s Day, the garden was a filled with butterflies. We are used to seeing butterflies year-round. But in autumn, we stopped often to watch when the Monarchs came through, headed to Mexico.
Yesterday’s note was about Ted Kooser’s Local Wonders. Here’s his description of what it’s like:
Surely nobody really believes these frivolous fliers can make it all the way to the south before the first frost. Their migration is altogether casual. Monarchs stroll in the air. It takes them a whole day to cross one forty-acre field of beans because they go forward and back, up and down, side to side, alighting here and there like the hands of shoppers above a table of sale merchandise, not knowing quite what to touch next.
When the Monarchs come through, headed north, I hope I remember to look that passage up, just to savor it again.
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