I am mesmerised by the garden; the smell of crushed leaves underfoot, the smooth bark of a eucalypt and familiar shape of a gumnut in my palm. The variety of species, colour and texture; the dense understorey that provides habitat for tiny honeyeaters, and the sturdy branches of the redgum that shelter the ring-tailed possums and tawny frogmouth owls. The melodic warbling of a magpie and lazy call of a crow over the weekend buzz of a neighbours lawnmower. The joy of fresh water streaming from a sprinkler, and the impermanent beauty of a hibiscus. A sweet contrast from our other life of coconut palms and sand.