I felt quite smug when I took this picture a few weeks ago. It was a balmy Provençal afternoon in early January. I had the kitchen door open and Owen lazed comfortably in the warming sun. A far cry from my winter days in Denver, Chicago or New York.
Complacency be damned. It is currently -5ºC and this house wasn’t made for below zero mornings! I’d happily take a log cabin, burning fire and hot pot of coffee in the snowy mountains right now. The romanticism that Provence exudes is but a frozen, distant memory on mornings like this!