Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
So perfectly said by Great William Shakespeare
The Beauty of the image is when I was about to click, to my surprise I saw their angered faces, the loveliness of lady birds, as I was tress-passing their vicinity.
Clicked through my One Plus 3
/unedited