I am a successful adult woman who, since childhood, has hated Colorado beetles, weeding and other garden joys. I hoped to leave all this in the distant past, but my grandmother, who turned out to be a real witch, screwed up with a stupid inheritance and her last will. And she also rewarded me with a vile curse so that I wouldn’t be distracted by nonsense! So I found myself in another world, in a huge overgrown vegetable garden with a talking scarecrow and a magic shovel. The pests here are the size of a shepherd, weeds with teeth and thorns, and the neighbors are not very lucky. It’s okay, I’ll show everyone what a shovel can do in the right hands! After all, to return home I need to grow a real crop.