Summer smells like braaid meat and smoke.
It’s time to socialise and avoid sun stroke.
The skies are blue and flip flops are the preferred shoe.

Autumn sounds like shaking zinc and branches scratching the windows.
Kites fly high as the wind blows.
Pickled fish and hot cross buns are being eaten in almost every home.

Winter feels like a blocked nose and frostbite.
It’s bitterly cold all through the night.
Bathing has become your enemy and sitting in front of the heater your goal.
The best thing to do is drink hot beverages and cover up, neck out like a turtle.

Spring tastes like fruity sweets; there is so much variety to enjoy.
The smell of flowers fills the air with butterflies dancing everywhere.
I hear birds singing and I am reminded of our diversity this heritage month.