After being cabinbound for a week, when a morning came with no rain threatening, I seized the camera, donned gumboots and went a-walking.
Most blatantly rainloving of all were the mosses, drab in dry times, at their party best now.
On rocks in the gullies they glowed like textured velvet in a rich range of shades of green, with shapes and heights varying as the best of garden designers would recommend.
Set off by the splotches and splatters of the hardy lichens, decorated with an occasional fallen leaf or wallaby scat, my moss gardens are at their best.
On the rocks of the drier ridges, I find the plumped-up mosses glowing less in rainforest brights than in sage and thyme blues, honey browns. Here the lichens stand up amongst it like vivid corals – the flowers in this garden.