I've been having my slow love life moments watching the monarch butterflies in my garden this weekend. They seem especially active, and the unusual heat blanketing us drew forth the heavy scent of the buddleja and autumn clematis. It was almost cloying. (And the beach was more crowded than it is in the summer.)
As I watched the balletic swirls of these graceful creatures, I was thinking, time to move on, guys. Time for that great migration to Mexico. But I felt grateful that they had paused in my garden, drawn to the nectar of autumn flowers. Their wings always remind me of the stained glass windows of the church I went to as a child. Butterflies are flickers of hope for me--I see one and think, how could we not take care of this miraculous natural world?
So I was disturbed by this article in the Washington Post about the trouble monarchs will have as they migrate through Texas. I had never thought about it, but butterflies are facing a scorched, drought-plagued, polluted passage.
Guess what? The butterflies aren't the only ones suffering. Texas parents are spending more time in emergency rooms because of their children's asthma attacks--triggered by air pollution. Texas has seven of the top 25 worst mercury-emitting power plants--and mercury is a powerful neurotoxicant that damages the fetal brain. For the sake of our children, we should fight air pollution--and fight to control the carbon emissions that are contributing to extreme weather and climate chaos.
Calling all Texas Moms! Let your Senators know that you want strong clean air protections.
Nothing inspires wonder like a butterfly. And no one feels wonder like a child. Let's cherish them.