Now that I have the itch to write, I’m going to play with the new blog and reacquaint myself with how to actually publish stuff. Especially photos as I always get in trouble when I want publish photos.

I’m just back from the barn. I have tons to catch up on. I’ve been through a lot since my last posts. We’ve sold our beautiful farm in Wellington. A fairly excruciating parting for me. I will elaborate eventually. Very bittersweet. But we’ve bought a place in West Palm, so I will be near the horses when I’m down.

Speaking of horses, I’m down to four. Two in work, still with Jen, and two retired up in Maryland. I will tell these tales in my other blog. But now to this new place.

We have downsized. It’s not a small house as it does have three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a very nice office/den for Carmine ( the real estate junkie husband). A couple of big departures for us? It’s a single story. We are a two or more floor house types, so that an adjustment. The other is the exterior, a classic thirty year old Florida Mediterranean. Not really me.

What drew us was a great screened in patio and pool, plus a revamped interior. The previous owner took what was high ceilings, dark paneled public rooms and spun it modern. While we not purchase her furniture, we did keep her modern chandeliers, kept the pale robin’s egg blue in the living room, and the existing gray and white in kitchen dining room.

I apologize for the unhung photos on top of the dining room table in the photo. We are a work in progress. Takes me forever to decide what and where to hang art. My homes are never done. There’s either a pile awaiting assignment or an unfurnished spot begging to be filled.

Only one more week here in Cove House South. We’ve had a nonstop winter and spring selling a horse, a farm, finding and buying another, then doing repairs on the sale property only to arrive here to do more work on this house. Next week the collies, the husband, and I will pile into the SUV and head north, where more unpacking ( we sent so much north when we downsized) and very likely more repairs await us.

I confess I’m looking forward to New York. I have so many schemes for the Cove House. I have garden ideas oozing out of my pores. I don’t garden in Florida, I’m afraid. I leave to landscapers. But I do plan to do a little container gardening next season.

It will be hard to leave just as this place is beginning to feel like ours. But Cove House calls. I’m excited to see what the additional furniture and art from the farm brings to the table. Plus, I’ve sent my piano up there with the hope that I will actually play again.

I’m secretly hoping I can talk my husband into painting the exterior. Next time, I write I will share some color ideas.

See you soon!