Moves are always traumatic. You discover that you are missing all sorts of stuff at the new house and spend a chunk of time chasing down all those things you need: decent grocery stores, farmer's markets, fishmongers, and, in my case at least, fresh herbs.
Seriously, that tiny little bed up there is my new herb garden. (pause for a moment of silent mourning)
A couple of rosemary, a small creeping thyme, a munchkin-sized fistful of oregano (at least it's the good kind), and a sage that is, truth be told, more ornamental than culinary.
No wait! I lied. (hangs head in shame) There's more to it than that.
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