Although beautiful, the winter garden bears little resemblance to the green tangle it will become by summer. Bordering the entry walk, the thick, magenta plumed spears of amaranth, woven through tall green corn stalks, have been cut away and tossed on the compost heap. The bean tee pees are still bare, awaiting the first tendrils that will push through the earth and snake up the bamboo frames. The sunflower heads are heavy, drooping with drying seeds. In the winter, the garden’s color comes from the childrens’ artwork.