...there was a back yard. And the back yard was bare and kind of sandy and not much to look at. And Crazy Maggie said, "I shall plant tomatoes and peppers and other assorted vegetables". And the back yard was tilled and planted and it was, well, not good. And Farmer Phil grew impatient with Crazy Maggie's yearly Vegetable Death Camp and Compost Generator, and took the shovel and rake and Lowes' card, and planted and watered and fertilized with Genuine Missouri Llama Poop, and the back yard was a garden and the garden was fruitful and it was good. Real good. "Impressive" good. But don't tell Farmer Phil I said that.
