It's Cold in the South of France

Apparently it's been on the news. Maybe not as much as the new American in Paris parenting book, but hey.

You've heard it's cold over here in Europe haven't you? You've heard about the snow in London and Paris and the Siberian winds blowing all the way down to the Mediterranean coast of France, right?

If not, let me tell you. It's been cold. Cold like temperatures of -9 degrees C in the mornings with highs of 2.

Cold like my Texas girl bones have never felt.
And there's a reason for that. It sucks.

To battle this I've learned how to build a fantastic fire. Bought one thousand euros worth of fuel for the heating system (ouch!) and started wearing my purple Land's End fleece pyjamas all the time. Stylish.

As I looked out the window at my deserted terrace and tiny pool all covered up and sad, I thought, 'how could it look and feel so incredibly different from season to season?'

Again, we're from Texas where seasons last a few days--unless you're talking about hot ones.
And so I decided to warm things up by sharing some summertime photographs.

Isn't it just like having a nice, crackling fire.

I feel almost happy.