I was fortunate to live in the Southern Hemisphere for four years. I had to get use to how the year was turned around for me. Summer came at Christmas and in January. Easter was not filled with the signs of spring but of autumn. My birthday had always been in the summer in Canada, but now it was in the coolness of winter. Although flowers were around all year, October and November were filled with the purple blossoms of the Jacaranda trees instead of the brown grass of an Alberta fall and trees without any leaves.