On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…six types of milkweed!
…fiiiive! naaaative! plaaaaants!
…four hummingbirds!
…three moorhens!
…two mourning doves!
…and a replacement for a Bradford pear tree!
Milkweed, as most of us probably know by now, is the only thing that monarch butterfly caterpillars will eat. So if you want to help monarchs in their long, perilous migration (and given how badly their numbers are declining, many of us do) you’ve got to plant milkweed.
In my garden, I have tried six different species of Aesclepias. Most of them have failed miserably. Some of them live long enough to get devoured by milkweed beetles. I keep trying, because if you’re not up for Sisyphean tasks, you’re probably not a gardener.
A. tuberosa — “butterfly weed.” Wretched finicky plant. Monarchs actually prefer other milkweeds and aren’t that fond of it, it likes sandy soil and hates having its roots poked, and me trying to grow it is plant abuse. I think I still have one clawing its way out of a hillside.
A. curassivica — “tropical milkweed.” I grow this one as an annual. It does great! Someday a monarch will find it before the milkweed beetles do.
A. exaltata — “poke milkweed.” This one will take part shade, and is absolutely the perfect milkweed for my area. I planted a seed packet. None of them came up. It’s been two years. No one sells transplants. I am sad.
A. purpurascens — “purple milkweed.” I was somewhat daunted by the bit where it died instantly.
A. incarnata — “swamp milkweed.” This plant is my great failure, even more so than the others. Most people will agree that many milkweeds are finicky. Swamp milkweed, however, grows madly. It spreads. People complain about its enthusiasm. I have planted three different plants in three different spots. One still produces one dogged stem, once a year. The others have vanished to wherever sad milkweeds go. To hear people talk, the only way I am accomplishing this is by sowing the fields with salt and watering it with bleach.
A. verticillata — “whorled milkweed.” My one great success! It grows! It flowers! It takes miserable clay! It’s not fast, but boy, it’s hardy! I want to hug this one when it comes back each year. Someday, we may even get a monarch caterpillar!
Until that day, I console myself with the fact that we get many caterpillars every year of other varieties, and that monarchs frequents stop to refuel on nectar, if not to raise a family. Still, I hold out hope.
Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.
(even better would be some obnoxious native vine that will grow all over my neighbor's fence and block out their yappy little dogs' view of my yard, so if anyone has any suggestions, they'd be welcome.)
but then i'm pretty sure it's a pity suck on their part because they know i have a black thumb.
*grins*
What blows my mind about monarchs is that their "migration" is actually a multi-generational affair -- they reproduce and die in several cycles every year before re-congregating in their hibernation areas. It's like embarking on a colony ship to a distant star that only your great-grandchildren will see.
Edited at 2012-12-20 12:47 am (UTC)
What's up with that?
I passed up a red milkweed (A. rubra, I think?) at a plant sale this fall, as the seller said it probably wouldn't overwinter north of about Richmond without help. (I'm in Baltimore.) Sadly, the internet seems to disagree, so perhaps I should have tried-- anyway, obligate wetland but doesn't seem too fixated on sand, so it might be worth trying for your next round?
This is the common milkweed and is not particularly ornamental (flowers are dead-flesh pink, but they smell good and the seed pods are cool). I weed it out ruthlessly but I never get rid of it. Yes, it's aggressive.
I can send you seeds next fall if you wish.
I have not succeeded with other milkweeds, but have not given up on A.incarnata which grows wild in the unkept drainage ditches up the road. It dies in my drainage ditch. go figure.
I must say, though, that the Illinois DOT's decision to plant hundreds of miles of butterfly weed along the interstate median strip was ill-advised. I like butterflies -- in fact, I like them far too much to be happy about the number that were going SPLAT! on my windshield.
I don't recall seeing any monarchs, but the median strip was just thick with all sorts of other kinds. It was a pretty sight, when they weren't fluttering out into my lane.
I know they're not host plants, but monarchs flock to my two butterfly bushes (I know, I know, I was young and naive, but thankfully they're sterile, or at least have never spread at all in the past ten years) and my zinnias. I like to think that at least I'm giving them food.