Any day now we will have our submission for the Constitution Commission ready. Probably.
We are still working on the bit about protecting our precious and fragile island environment, the one that sustains our culture, our creatures and our lives.
If you think human rights are difficult, try dealing with a passionate supporter of aboreal rights.
If George Washington had confessed to our elder daughter and not to his father that "I cannot tell a lie, it was I who chopped down the cherry tree" he would never have made it to be American president.
That little axe would have been wrenched right out of his hand and he would be running for his little life.
She is a tree hugger of the most fervent variety, which accounts for a lot of the uninhibited growth in our compound.
It was she who wouldn't let the poor little Christmas tree be quietly disposed of some years ago.
No, it had to be put in a pot, then in a larger pot, then taken downstairs and put into the abandoned tub of a deceased washing machine.
The ex-Xmas tree is now taller than the roof and only the concrete driveway knows where its roots are.
Yet when we finally got her to accept that it would have to go if she intended to have a place for people, i.e. herself, to live, as opposed to a place for the birdies, she was still planning to lift it onto the back of a truck and take it somewhere else nice where it was wanted.
That caused merriment and mirth amongst those of us who understood that you don't 'lift' a tree.
Not one to take that sort of thing lying down, she identified a mere sprig of a metre or so that she felt could be successfully pruned off, dug up and relocated to a suitably scenic spot.
The woman is a highly trained garden guerrilla so no doubt this illicit tree re-planting will come to pass some day.
That will be as soon as she has recovered from the regrettable sight of yet more mangroves in the Suva urban area being hacked down and utterly destroyed.
Not by poor people who need the wood for building things and burning, or who catch the fish that breed there, or whose coastal homes are protected by them, but by developers with the authority of the appointed decision makers.
If I may give just a word of advice, that if I were them I wouldn't stand under any large, say breadfruit or mango, trees because heavy branches don't always just fall off by accident.
Or so it is claimed by the person who shouts at the Head of Household every time he is spotted in the garden with cane knife or clippers: "Trees have feelings, you know."
She is not the only one profoundly disturbed by the sight of tall walls replacing trees that have shaded generations of Fiji beachgoers.
Walls that will enclose privileged people and exotic plants, while excluding the natives.
While all this slash and burn action is steaming ahead, what is being done about the most sinister infiltrator in our forests? - a certain tree.
Even our resident tree hugger is appalled by the inroads this interloper is making.
At this time of year, the canopy of bright blooms this wretched weed produces is causing our forests to blush a vivid orange-crimson.
But beware, the beautiful African Tulip is an evil invader, choking our forests and destroying indigenous plants.
Worse, it is taking the place of useful trees while being completely useless itself - no edible fruits or seeds, no use for decorative purposes, the wood no good for building or making anything and not even good for burning.
Its ghostly white branches and flaming flowers are spreading like wildfire, as fast as our mangroves are disappearing.
Maybe a well turned phrase in Fiji's constitution isn't going to stop the Arctic ice from melting or halt the desertification of Africa, but we could have a shot at enshrining the principles of protecting our own environment.
Meanwhile, if you spot a warrior wearing gardening gloves illicitly planting a semi-small tree in a public place, please don't report her to the authorities.
Better yet, chop down a tulip and plant your own tree.
nSeona Smiles is a frequent writer for The Fiji Times. The views are hers and not of this newspaper.