GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 66

hover. Every year he graces my garden with summer visits, and every spring I toil weeks, planting beds of flowers for his pleasure. Row upon row of bright red sage, lantana, and zinnia adorn my yard. October comes too soon, and he leaves without goodbye. Nectar bottles cleaned and piled to dry, until next season. I wait anxiously for his fickle flashing throat to announce summer once again. 66