A trick of the light

The scene from our suntrap behind the garage at 1800, by which time the sun had moved around to the right and snapping was an option. At around 1400, the scene had been enlivened by flies flying and hovering over and around the bank of euonymous - left of the wheelbarrow - with the bright midday light picking up their reflecting greens and blues in a very striking way. Not as conspicuous as Venus is on a good night just presently, but tendencies in that direction. Not something I recall seeing before.

Brick services resumed, after disturbances in recent days for cooking, gardening and other chores.

Postal services disturbed, with two parcels now overdue, one edible and one legible. I am still hopeful about the edible one, but the legible one might be lost.

Large compost heap very disturbed by foxes overnight. Stamped back down again, hopefully to stay that way. Not usually a problem, despite the number of foxes running around. Vermin! Maybe I need to get a catapult and some ball bearings - which, according to an inhabitant of TB doesn't do real damage, but does deter. Maybe someone will discover that they can get flu - which would see them sorted out in short order. Massive government contracts dished out any old how to rat catchers and such like people. Maybe even travelling people, who probably have the necessary equipment.

The brown pot in front of the wheelbarrow was made in the ceramics workshop of the Devon Camphill Community. And from whose textile workshop we already have one rug - which I stand on as I type this - and are about to take delivery of another. From whose carpentry shop we have a turned fruit bowl. See reference 1.

PS: and while all this is going on, I read that the people at Heathrow (French, I believe) still think that it is a good idea to press ahead with the new runway there. How long do they think it is going to take for traffic volumes to recover from near zero? And why doesn't someone tell them that the long term plan is to bear down on air traffic? The planet can't take it any more. And nor can we.

Reference 1: https://www.camphilldevon.org.uk/.