Thirteen days after moving into my gorgeous farm, I'm back on the road - to Loxahatchee, Fla., with five horses in tow for the winter season. And what a winter I picked to miss! It was 20 degrees when I left Thursday morning, which seemed downright tropical compared to the 4 degrees it was the morning before.

The move back into Clearwater Farm was remarkably seamless. My brilliant staff took all our stuff from Morningside in one trip, and all the horses in two more, and that was it. We were back!

But that didn't mean we were Home.

Making this place Home has taken much longer. First, there was finding everything. We only took essentials with us on our three-month road trip, which meant we had to find all the non-essentials. The extra double-ended snaps. The crossties. The polo wrap racks. 

Greetings, blog readers. I am writing this blog from my office. That's MY office. My office, in my barn, eating Christmas leftovers while enjoying the contact high from the paint fumes. 

At long last: our renovations and expansion are complete!

Have you ever been sure of something? Really, deeply sure, with your heart and your soul and not just your head? It's a dangerous thing, to feel that way about a horse. But when I looked at Billy, I knew. It took a little while, but when I looked at Midgey, I knew. 

And when I looked at Goya, a few hours old, wet and wobbly-legged, I knew.

My mom's fantastic new horse, Wheatley, landed from Holland on Wednesday. If you don't know how importing horses from Europe works, they all spend two-or-so days in quarantine, and then are released completely (if they're geldings, which Wheatley is), or moved onto CEM quarantine (for mares and stallions). Wheatley's blood work was processed a little more slowly, with the inclement weather in the Midwest, but he was finally bust loose midday Saturday, and the haulers called to tell me I'd see them at midnight.