Our garden is a personal oasis in an area in which the nearest grocery store is a gas station. It was built by our community of close friends who have arranged themselves to produce the various do it yerself projects from recycled materials. Here you will find 5 lovely laying hens, and the infamous hound dog, Abner Jay, prowling the premisis. The sounds of merrymaking often resonate from the garden, sometimes even late into the evening where laughing faces and growing edibles are illuminated by the light of twinkling lights hanging overhead and the warm licking flames of a dwindling fire.