I am probably the only person who practically weeps in the summer when they begin to hay the field and I know there are hundreds or thousands of monarchs waiting to hatch that are being mowed down. If that is not the epitome of bleeding heart I don’t know what is. Milkweed, on the other hand, is the epitome of nature’s brilliance. The symbiotic relationship of monarch to the potentially deadly plant has always amazed me. Their only source of nutrients when born, the caterpillar eats only that which in turn makes the butterfly deadly to other predators.