Without the glaring announcement of snowfalls and colourful leaves, the seasons of this place use more subtle markers. This is the cassia season, when the cassia trees are blanketed with deep yellow flowers, so much yellow you can barely see the green leaves behind the blossoms. It is also the wasp season, wasps suddenly crafting hives in every corner of every house, and the gecko season, and of course, again, the ant season. It is also the season of the pear and the mango, and should be the strawberry season as well if the weather would cooperate. We’ve traded in the four seasons for the four hundred.