There never seems to be a perfect time to start. That day, time, circumstance never really comes. The garden never felt quite pretty enough, or interesting enough, or I thought I’d just clean up the weeds first. Maybe it was a day without enough time. Sometimes good enough just needs to be good enough. Today, I’m starting with the end. It’s the end of the calendar year and my garden growing season, but it’s also just the beginning, and my plans for the new growing season have begun.