Prolly. In a life far, far away, I owned a landscape, hardscape, snow management biz. I had one line to memorize... had trouble though.... "give me yer money, please".
I know about plants and flowers and lawn and chemicals. Kinda dim on the actual farm thing stuff. I have a son who runs 800 acres in Kentucky. Hay, alfalfa, corn, horses and some moo animals. And Mexicans. Nice folk. And they laugh at my stupid crap. No one is perfect. 'Ceptin' the ex.
Inside scoop on Cotton Mather... other than his founding of a few Ivy League skools. It was a rock band in the 1970's of which I was the lead vocalist and played guitar a bit. It was an unusual collection of performers. We did stuff that few others dared - Zeppelin, Blue Cheer stuff with challenging vocals. I later learned I damaged my voice with it. Mr Plant found the same trouble. Twang? Sorta. I think of it an arena with lyrics that say something and general voice where damage is not as likely. A few associates went on with it and done well - Marvin Gaye, Ricky Skaggs. Me? I chose drugs and motorcycles.