I’ve always loved butterflies and their enchanting, ruffled beauty. I live in a community of houses with signs identifying certain front yards as “Monarch Way Stations” meaning they have gardens stocked with milkweed and nectar sources to support the butterflies breeding and migration. As a result, the neighborhood is full of butterflies basking in sunlight and riding the breezes, like tourists who descend on popular beach towns and fill the open hotel rooms with joyous summer seashore play.