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Passage

‘Tis the season for monarch butterflies in my garden, a broad oasis for butterflies, hummingbirds, pollinators, and passer-by.

For the last several weeks, a solitary monarch has lived here, finding a diversity of blooms and milkweed. Stopping each day in the garden outside my office, it finds the flowers there and flutters on. The only thing lacking was company of its kind.

Four days ago, another monarch arrived. They floated and gamboled high in the sky, and there is no more beautiful sight. Together and apart, they worked their way around the gardens. Yesterday, I watched them follow each other, first one, then the other, to the many tithonia growing here.

Today, expecting to see the two of them, there was only, again, a solitary monarch. I walked to each part of the garden, expecting to see another butterfly lift off, but only a singular monarch floated above and beyond me as I walked.

Rounding on another garden, I saw a bit of orange in the grass.  Still and lifeless, a monarch butterfly lay as if it had fluttered softly down and passed on. From the wear on its wings, my guess is that it was the monarch that waited.  A few brilliant days with good company, and its brief two-to-five-week lifespan ended.

Threatened by habitat loss, pesticide use, and climate change, the population of eastern monarchs has declined by more than 80 percent, according to the World Wildlife Federation. The monarch butterfly was classified as endangered by the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) in 2022. The US Fish & Wildlife Service proposed the monarch butterfly for protection under the Endangered Species Act in December 2024.

Unlike so many ecological crises, there are positive steps individuals can take to help save the monarchs. With even a small space you can plant a few milkweeds or create a Monarch Waystation.  Many of the milkweed and nectar plants that support the monarch life cycle are inexpensive, easy to grow, resilient and drought-resistant once established.

Among other resources, Monarch Watch is a great information and citizen science website established at the University of Kansas in 1992. As of August, 2025, there are 52,932 registered Monarch Waystations across the US. Check out the sites in your state.  While the migration of monarch butterflies used to darken the sky as they passed by, today the existence of the butterfly is in question.  Maybe, with enough help, they will survive.

The newly arrived monarch has taken up residence. It flits and floats, maybe it hopes. I know I do.

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Epilogue:  The next day, another monarch arrived.  In the days that followed, there were as many as four at a time in different gardens. And more are rising from the garden itself, the last generation of the season, which will live six to nine months if they survive their autumn migration of almost 3,000 miles to central Mexico.  Godspeed.

 

Betwixt and Between

Long before dawn, I was out and about,

The neighborhood dark and quiet

Except for the call, eight hoots in all,

Of a hidden but vocal owl.

 

Minutes later

As I followed my route

Another bird sound rose in the night

A rooster, long and loud, and sounding quite proud,

Are you up early or late,” whooo knows?

Heat

This morning at 3:30 AM, I stood on my back deck.

It was 80 F with high humidity and a heat index to match.  Not usual for this area at any time of year.

The sky was clear, the stars were out, the breeze was hot. A visceral punch of the dystopian future of climate change, underscored.

It was positively chilling.

For Shame

Kent State, Tiananmen Square…so this is now US?

Bleeding Hearts

Wishes waiting to be made

A season, a reason, before the grave.

Looking glass fragments all in a line

Hung out, strung out, before their time.

Song of Life

Mid-day at the big box grocery store.

Not too crowded, all ages.

A young dad pushing an empty cart faces his fidgeting toddler son in the cart seat. Maybe not completely comfortable with the list or the task ahead.

A familiar song begins on the overhead speakers.  Dad smiles and stands up straighter, he’s got this.

He croons the tune to his delighted son, “Just know you’re not alone, ‘cause I’m gonna make this place your home…

Beautiful.

Everywhere

The wind blew the spring grass, still short and stifled by thatch.
The trees waved mildly in the breeze, red and green leaves in bud.
The clouds shrugged and the sun shone brightly.
Time stood down and the breeze passed by,
Everywhere, and so did I.

Sing it

Written in 1968.  Just as fitting—and maybe as futile today.

Sly & The Family Stone – Everyday People

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUUhDoCx8zc

 

 

©2025

The total lunar eclipse of 3.14.25 was beautiful.

It is not often we can view Spaceship Earth, the planet beneath our feet, as it traverses the solar system.

As Earth crossed the moon, our shadow reddened the lunar disk.  Sunlight slipping through our atmosphere landed on the lunar surface as long wavelengths of burnt sienna.

From the moon, the same event appears as a total solar eclipse.  For this eclipse, a small commercial lander watched the cosmic alignment, a syzgy, from the surface of the moon itself.

As Earth exited the lunar disk, a bright green fireball arced under the moon from my vantage point.

Quite a show.

In the Distance

Early morning walk, the neighborhood is asleep, clouds blanket the stars.

An ambulance siren splits the quiet. With little traffic or commerce this early, the broken calm is unavoidable.  A minute earlier, the brisk siren of local first responders sounded, quickly traversing the main drag from east to west.

Following the same route, the sound of the ambulance resonates differently in empty streets. Though traveling at speed, the Doppler effect renders the ambulance siren a mournful wail, sound waves seemingly slowed, a lugubrious processional, like the sorrowful keening of the banshee, for those who know what I mean.

I paused as it passed, it seemed to call for it. I moved on with a wish and a prayer for those whose story summoned the sirens this day.