Our little house-let where EricTheFarmer resides, along with a clan of brown recluse spiders (let the warfare begin!), and, last time I looked, about eighteen bushels of cukes and six or eight of squash.
With the A/C cranked up, the cabin has been pulled into occasional service as our walk-in cooler.
The big side porch (no, you can't look) seems to effortlessly be creating chairs, old sneakers, bugspray cans, towels, and music in its afterhours job as communal center for the farm crew. Clearly a parallel universe.