It was the fourth summer he’d seen them come and go. The monarch butterflies in their now meager numbers. The fourth summer of growing milkweed. Planting it in fall, in winter, in summer, in spring, all the while hoping for the best. It was a disaster the first two years, the milkweed barely came in and what came in got taken by mold, then what few cate…
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