Well, most of my stuff is still in boxes, but Sam came home from his week with his dad yesterday and to celebrate his first day in our new home we dug up some space in the herb garden out back for to transplant some of the lovelies from the old house.

I took him back over to the old place. We did a little ceremony, walked the empty rooms where we lived for the last year, thanked the house, burned the prayer flags-I always forget what a smokey, plasticky mess that makes!-and said goodbye.

Tomorrow we'll go get the little plants that he helped me plant. He's even more sentimental about the babies then I am, he got all sad when I said we couldn't take all of them. I hate to leave them behind too, the neighbor has already asked me to take down the garden so that he won't have to be bothered with the upkeep, so I know they won't get cared for.

I guess my priorities are showing... First I built our beds, then my altar(except for the three goddesses who seem to be hiding somewhere), then I hit the dirt-gardening runs deep to my soul. Oh and the 'puter, that's all set up-just need to get a wireless card to be back on the internets...

We put up the hammock and spent the afternoon swinging lazily(or as lazily as one can get with an explosion prone sidekick) under the apple tree.

Now I can get to the less important things, like, uh, food, and shampoo and where the hell did I pack the hammer?

Doh.