I remember first visiting Santa Cruz in the 90s and being disappointed to be early for what was still expected to be a magnificent season.
Earlier this winter I was splitting an old log pile and disturbed three hibernating monarchs. I felt like a real jerk for waking them up. I hope they survived, and learned to be more careful disturbing the more obvious hibernation sites in the garden.
I wish my connection with nature had come earlier in life.
Earlier this winter I was splitting an old log pile and disturbed three hibernating monarchs. I felt like a real jerk for waking them up. I hope they survived, and learned to be more careful disturbing the more obvious hibernation sites in the garden.
I wish my connection with nature had come earlier in life.