If you live the gardener’s existence you’ll come to know a force of evil that pesticides can’t kill, an enemy that simply cannot be defeated. To get to the water, to experience the blossoms or the fruit, to get to truly know Mother Nature or commune with the leafy botanical miracles described in the Farmers’ Almanac you’ll have to run the tangled gauntlet that haunts the souls and green thumbs of every poor sap with dirt under his nails or a red burn on the back of his neck.