Lavender – the smell of summer and a number one destination for all manner of flying things.
It was 37.5°C in my front garden yesterday and the air was alive with flying things. First their was a flock of seagulls circling just above the rooftops. Then the whole air was full of small flies, micro-moths and the occasional butterfly. My guess is that the larger flying things were after the smaller flying things.
Meanwhile, in the small (very small) herb garden, bees and hoverflies, energised by the heat were darting frenetically from flower to flower.