Since my move to Motovun twelve years ago, this has been the coldest spring. Many plants are lagging behind those in Zagreb by about a month. To my chagrin, I am in my winter clothing most of the time.  Sandals are still a dream.  One more time, it is hard to believe the calendar. End of May? Impossible! It definitely feels like fall, and October is the month of old that fits the lingering cold the best. But I am still determined not to heat my house. It is at eighteen degrees Celsius right now, but I am doing my best to endure the cold without complaint. Besides winter clothing, yoga is my best bet. Or is it plain old stubbornness?