If I had my own place, I’d probably want it to be like the first place I worked. My boss lived above the office on a large property next to the Truckee River. Most of the plants were edible. There were lots of interesting spaces and art work. I’d definitely want a cob oven to cook pizzas in. I miss lunch breaks in summer, when I could just go outside and grab some tomatoes or grapes to snack on. As much as I like the tiny little food garden the property managers let me keep behind my apartment, it’s nothing compared to the landscape at Interpretive Gardens.