Last fall the Old Farmer's Almanac and other weather sources predicted a harsh winter for northern Illinois and Chicago based on temperature and precipitation. December was cold, snowy, and windy with drifts. January, by contrast, has been a messy, diverse mix of weather. There's been no snow, a combination of frigid and mild temperatures, less winter wind than we often have, freezing rain, rain accompanied by thunder, and tons of fog. Both rain and fog quickly consume accumulated snow. Looking across this broad landscape in every direction, I only see remaining snow in two places. There are shrinking, dirty mounds where December plows piled up the snow, and there's still snow caught in the swirl of our monarch waystation. As more days of rain and fog come and go, stubborn snow in the waystation visualizes sturdy resistance.
We began to claim a swirl of land for the intentional planting of milkweed and a blend of other prairie native plants and shrubs in 2014. This spiral of cultivated land wraps around a beautiful fire pit behind my home. Our waystation is part of a multi-state effort in the middle of the US to restore sufficient habitat to nurture the annual monarch migration from Mexico to Canada and back again and to support a variety of pollinators who are essential to our food chain. The waystation is our commitment to share the journey with other creatures, acknowledging our critical connections. It requires us to resist the impulse to only look at the earth and its wellbeing from a human perspective. Between growing seasons, its snowy beauty lies in reminding us to resist whatever whittles away widening circles of life around us. Dried stalks and bare branches clearly cry out now: “Decide for life. Act for life. Be the most embracing life possible.”