I’ve often been asked what Provence feels like outside the summer months.And every time, my thoughts drift to January mornings in Tanneron, when the air is crisp, the light is low, and suddenly — almost unexpectedly — the hills turn yellow. The first time I discovered the mimosa in bloom here, I wasn’t prepared. Provence in winter is usually calm, muted, introspective. Then, just after the New Year, Tanneron lights up. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But with a quiet confidence