Okay, so we all know that it’s wet in Queensland now. I simply refuse to talk about flooding rains, landslides, mould and stinky mud! Sitting on the front doorstep this morning I noticed some of the small things…the way the native violets are absolutely thriving and beginning to create delightful pathways through the kikuyu grass with their heart-shaped leaves and tiny purple and white flowers. How the rose bush in the front garden, which I relentlessly pruned back before Christmas, is covered in medallions of maroon-red leaves and has two small buds preparing to burst into soft, fragrant petals over the coming weeks. And how our resident chickens enjoy their free-ranging forays beyond the chook tractor – how peaceful and contented they are to potter and scratch in the grass. As Beech Mountain’s forests teem with free-flowing waterfalls over rockfaces and cliffs, I must say, I am enjoying the small things of life from the steps of my cosy home.