GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 169

WATER…WATER… Those gleaming, silvery crystals set the heart aflutter, tongue yearning for a drop to whet its taste buds. They hold our breath on a leash, in fact. In autumn fallen leaves look dismal, starched and are to be blown away. Spring glides in with a caressing wing To spray fresh seeds, keep us in thrall. 169