When I think of the beautiful dark summers of my childhood, I think of pine trees surrounding smalls fields of hay, populated by clumps of milkweed and visiting monarchs. It wasn’t summer until the monarchs arrived from their winter home 3,000 miles away. when I was small, I loved them for their beauty, when I grew older, I loved them for their endurance, and now, I love them in their absence.
I love them…
