Another Brisbane summer

Summer is coming to Brisvegas . Even at 9.33pm, sitting on my back deck, the breeze gently blowing, there is a mugginess in the air that can only be another Brisbane summer - bearing down on Spring's heals like a weeping and hagged older woman despising an ever beautiful and bouncy younger sister.

I both hate it and love it. My currently bare and quite pitifully-looking Frangipani tree is looking forward to it. Are you?