I have known this story for many years. Don't remember where it came from, but it sounds like something my dad would tell. Farmer Brown is working hard in his garden. It's a fabulous garden. It has been meticulously weeded, watered, and fertilized. The plants are all flourishing and beautiful. Along comes the parson, he says, "Glory be there, Farmer Brown. Ain't it a mirucuhl what the Lord can do in a garden?" Farmer Brown sez, "Reckon so, Pastor, but ya shoulda' seed it when he had it all to hisself."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)