ICONFESS THAT YESTERDAY, AS JACK AND I pressed our noses against the window at first light, I asked him, “I think we lost our garden, Jack–is it ever coming back?” Life on the tundra grows wearying, but as promised, I’m passing the rest of this vengeful winter in a dream state: dreaming of brighter days and plants ahead. Like species peonies: Molly the Witch (Paeonia mlokosewitschii, above) and her cousins, for instance. Ready for the stuff that dreams are made of?