Summer is finally upon us, and the thyme is fragrant as we walk through the fields and meadows above the valley.
"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses,
and with eglantine"
Oberon, King of the Fairies - A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare. Act 2, Scene 1
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