This will be our last Autumn and last Winter on our current posting. We've been here four years now and I've become very used to things. But knowing that this is our last of everything means I'm seeing with fresh eyes again. Autumn is coming and although the days are still 35 degrees and humid, there are signs if I will only see them. One is the miniature pomegranates in the garden, which seemed unbelievably exotic to me when we arrived, became normal and as we start to think about leaving, are once more becoming exotic.