On my ecologically-minded farm, I would grow cabbage and basil and pole beans and peas. And I would grow nasturtium and columbine and foxglove. And I would have a teeny little patio with herbs and tomatoes everywhere and a writing desk and a tiny hidden stash of Turkish cigarettes. And I would set it up so that the stable was very close to my bedroom, so I could hear the horses snuffling to each other at night and I could give a shout to them in the morning and hear them shout back that they were glad to be getting breakfast!