While I don’t think it’s an auspicious start that any of us can now be detained as a potential terrorist, thankfully when it comes to the garden things are both more and less complicated. At least it’s a context that’s familiar and generally not threatening. This year I hope to reach the bottom of one of my compost piles, hunt down those deep crabgrass roots once and for all (yeah, right), grow a few more edibles, revive my broken and wonky drip system, and catch some rainwater if it ever rains. That and more travel to view the efforts of others. Whatever the state or size, may your garden reach its own perfect equilibrium of imperfection in the coming year.