I watch every spring for the first Monarch. I know they will come. I have prepared a place for them.
I have scattered Butterfly Weed/Asclepias among the weeds on the bank across the drive, where the wild and hybrids battle for space.
I can always find wildlife among the weeds. This is where I belong really, in the unkempt zone of life.
Where life does its thing without boundaries; no judgement, no primping, no pruning.
Just growing under the sun with the wild ones.
FLOW