Seasonal Confusion

We were walking along the streets of our compound the other day, kicking up the dead leaves that had been swept into piles by the industrious gardening staff here (I'm sure they were very pleased with us).
Steph, with sweat pouring down her face, turned to me and asked if it was winter now. No, I told her, it's summer time. Confused she pointed out that she had learnt from her teacher - who is NEVER wrong when you are five - that during winter the leaves die and fall from the trees.
So it must be winter.

So not only the days of the week are topsy turvey here - even the seasons are upside down...