Yessir. I reckon it was before you was born, before the farmageddon, but this here used to be wheatfields as far as the eye could see. That was before they built them pipelines.
But after you and grandma stole the land from the Indians?
A garden you plant to sustain your life during the hard times your paranoid mind is telling will come soon, like world wars, alien invasions, dirty nuclear terrorist attack, massive chinese hacking or zombie pandemics.
Example: "When the grid goes down and lines of distribution are cut, we will have enough produce from our own gardens to keep ourselves alive" (from the ArmageddonGarden Club).
A portmanteau of "Karma" and "Armageddon." References "shit hitting the fan" in an extreme way while acknowledging one's contributions to that event.
Specifically, when all the (usually unpleasant) stuff you've done comes back to you at once.
The only way out is to take your licking, batten the hatches, pull back, and deal with the stuff one by one.
Man, my license was revoked for not paying those speeding tickets, my car got the boot from those unpaid parking tickets, bill collectors are calling, work's a mess from my calling in "sick," and my girlfriend found out about the affair when the other girl stopped by our place... Argh, it's karmageddon!