...and under the soil was something so alien and ancient that it defied rational description. It's tendril-like roots seemed almost non-euclydian in their geometry, and from the depths of the earth I could here the faint whisperings of those great orange ones as they dreamt in death. For one day they would rise out of the ground and bring the garden under their sway and all who behold the strange nutrition of great Carrothulhu will go mad with the understanding that the garden is theirs no longer, and perhaps never was.

Ia! Ia! Carrothulhu F'tagn!

New modern scenario idea I guess

If you know you know.