This is where the milkweed grew.
The milkweed that fed the monarch butterfly caterpillars.
The milkweed that was blooming. The milkweed, a few of whose flowers I was going to transform into liqueur.
The milkweed that later would have produced seedpods to feed my family – okay, maybe just for one meal (that my kids would have hated) – and then spawned future generations of milkweed.
All gone. Sigh.