Walking out on to my deck this morning, free of Sids, but full of birds I get the unmistakable whiff of mandarin blossom and my heart is a- flutter as I soak it in and think back to those years of childhood and the orchards that filled our senses in Famagusta – maybe we are closer to touching it once more. Till that time I will always associate the scent with the place and so it should be.

Today though I had another delight and that is going into Brisbane’d oldest arcade to find the place celebrating spring with a profusion of flowers, rings of colour and a touch of fantasy. See for yourselves.