The air is wet, it feels viscous to move through, it’s as if you need to lean into it to make headway. Our bodies want to take it slowly.
I have met another resident of my home: I saw him a few times while I was preparing a planting bed near the bottom by the trees. There is a pile of well rotten woody compost/soil near the bottom fence which I used to fill a hollow left by the 3 slabs I removed yesterday. There is black soil with shavings and woolly looking fuzzy bits of decayed branch cuttings. Moving these disturbed the toad. He stood for a while on a dead branch in the ground, long enough for me to take a photo on my phone. I can post that here soon, even though it’s blurred. What a charmer, does he get the credit for my relative lack of slugs & snails?

Blurred I know, but it was getting dark