While I wait out some job uncertainty, I'm camped out at The Compound. (Sounds a bit intimidating, no?) There's a root cellar, a pizza oven, two wood shops, three little homes, a tiny creek, two kitties, five dogs, seven humans, and one huge garden. The property is at the base of a towering red rock ridge and I scramble to the top of it on my tip-toes every day. It's quiet and I'm digging it.