This has been a lousy year for Monarch butterflies...at least in my gardens.
There was one in the early Spring, and one several weeks ago who met his Maker on the same day I found him.
I've done everything I can to lure them in, but ultimately the problem is that they are endangered and there just aren't a lot of them out there.
I'm not going to go into the reasons why...suffice it to say I am humming the song, "Oh When Will They Ever Learn?".
So when I found a post on the Birds and Blooms Field Editor FB page of a Monarch cocooning and hatching out, I was drawn to it like...well...like a Monarch to Milkweed.
I remember years ago, when Monarchs were abundant, watching the same process take place in my yard.
I would diligently mark each twig with yarn that had a cocoon on it, count the days, watch for telltale signs that their emergence was imminent...
And then sit there all day watching them come out.
Yes, it does take a lot of patience...but that glorious moment when they broke free, wrinkled and shriveled and shaking?
I would sing the "Hallelujah Chorus" to them as I gazed on in absolute wonder.
But today, as I watched the video, I saw it a little bit differently.
Maybe because of where I am in life now.
And what some days feel like.
Today I watched with different eyes.
Yes, the glory and wonder were still there.
But this time there was some weird kind of anthropomorphic identification thing going on,
Big words for, "I feel your pain, buddy."
I had to wonder, "Does he ever feel afraid?"
"Wonder what is going on?"
"Raise his little tiny eyes up to his Maker and hope He sure knows what He is doing?"
At 2:31 into the video, when he's shaking and his world is changing and he can't turn back...
And he can't see the future...
And the darkness is coming...for many, many days...