Ginny has some favorite black jeans that she dearly loves to wear. Unfortunately, this particular style has gone out of production and can no longer be purchased. That presented Ginny with a problem. Now you have to understand that if Ginny wants something, she is going to get it. If you stand in her way you will get trampled. A couple years ago she began experimenting with the crape myrtle trees we have in the side yard. She figured, rightly so, that they would be a great grafting stock for another species. Painstakingly, she grafted some carefully chosen fibers from her favorite jeans onto these trees. She spent many a night on patrol to protect the growing buds from marauding slugs. She lovingly watered the trees every day, rain or shine, come hell or high water. And sure enough, her labors of love were rewarded, and the trees bore fruit. So it was with much jubilation this afternoon that she harvested her very first black jeans crop, seen here just moments before the fruit was plucked from the tree. The peasants rejoiced and there was great joy in the land. Then I decided to get another beer and watch TV.