A gentleman, full of talent, youth, and perhaps some privilege sat contemplating on his front porch— when a young lady from down the way passed by. He was hungry, and his appetite had spurred an idea. The young lady was relatively well known in these parts, for being quite a gardener. She had a knack it seemed, for making things grow— even in hard times. Many years earlier, she had started out with nothing more than simple ambition. She owned no plot of land, no tools, and had little know how. Her early crops were hard fought but adequate, and it was just enough to encourage her. Cultivating a field required long hours, patience, and at times exhausting labor. More than anything else, it required persistence. She had that rare ability to throw off the fear that a crop might never materialize and she kept at it—no matter what. Quite naturally her skills evolved. She developed the ability to quickly survey a field, consider the climate and act decisively. It was a phenomeno