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.
Largely strawberries (still covered with stubbornly unripe berries, go figure), one rosemary, and a healthy bouquet of curly parsley. Also, the tiniest sweet bay tree ever. (click on the photo to see it, I noted it on the flickr image) Beyond that, the most promising aspect is the abundant clover, which will be easy to uproot and replant with something useful.
This is truly a sad state for a mage with a serious herb jones to find herself in.
Fortunately, this will all change soon. The first free weekend day that isn't pouring down rain will find me heading south with a shovel and empty pots in the back of the truck. Of course, I say this as autumn drizzles its way into the Pacific Northwet. The fog valley gets 10 feet of precipitation annually, so this waiting for a dry day may take a while. I may not wait so long.
Since we are only renting the place - and for a time measured more easily measured in months than years - this is going to be a great opportunity for a demonstration of temporary gardening on the cheap. We have already started; someoneElse has gotten close to a dozen rosemary cuttings in the ground - including one that is close to a foot tall with a dozen small branches! While I am struggling without fresh herbs outside my door, having three rosemary has been a saving grace.
Well, that and the neighborhood cider mill, Lattin's, where $5 will get you a gallon of organic cider, pressed just this morning, right over there in the corner of the store where you can watch. To go with it, apple cider donuts: old-fashioned, cakey but not dense, not too sweet, dusted with cinnamon sugar. Maybe one of the dozen(s) of fruit pies to take home for later, one of the variety of of pickled vegetable, some apples from the huge wooden crates. Heck, there are even animals to pet, just like the good old days on the farm. Very Norman Rockwell. Halloween brings a haunted barn, and I think there's a corn maze, also haunted, naturally. I must go back with a camera.
I am sure, however, about another haunted corn maze, "Terror in the Corn," which is just down the road a bit. (Can anyone explain the image in the circle on that page, chainsaw and what, a chicken? is that 'ssouri's chicken? Does the chainsaw slip into an alternate reality there when it disappears? I am confused) Makes a mage wonder what sorts of herbs go with haunted corn...witch hazel...devil's claw...?