Yesterday my youngest went on a nature walk with his class around the wetland area surrounding the school campus. While surveying a stand of milkweed, he was thrilled to locate a monarch caterpillar noshing on a leaf and excitedly shared his find with the class.
We went back after school today to take a look at our newly found friend. My son ran ahead of me on the boardwalk built to protect the environs, only to reappear seconds later downcast. The milkweed stand, some two feet away from the boardwalk had been mowed, only shards of stems and ragged leaves remained — gone too was the young caterpillar.
This mishap echoes the greater decimation of milkweed across the United States. As the primary host plant of the monarch butterfly, milkweed has come under attack from habitat development, herbicide use – and errant human aesthetics – of the kind that mowed the native habitat in our wetland.
We take so much, we give so little. In my small garden I cultivate five different varieties of milkweed, provide cover, shade and water. It does not touch the loss of one or one million acres of lost milkweed – but at least it exists. Do you want to keep breathing oxygen? Plant a tree. Want to see beauty on the wing? Plant a milkweed. Think global, act local, as they say.
Oh no! I hate reading this! So sad, so very sad.