The one behind you has most of your books. You like to keep them accessible even though you can find out almost anything on the internet, because the source interpreter is in prime bothering territory for anyone who happens to be in your house. (You can't imagine wanting to read a book about things the angels can't tell you. What would those even be? Fictions? What's the use of that?)
The baskets you usually use as your work table have clothes, your bound notes, and some of the bulkier tools of the agronomancer's trade like surveying stuff and your telescope. You sweated, cried, and bled to get your aunt to buy you that telescope. It lies safely nestled in the fancy clothes you have to wear for weddings and stuff.