Some Things Don't Need to Be Perfect

My father is a perfectionist, so my perfectionism as a real estate agent comes naturally.  Dad injured his back trying to transplant a 10 foot high Colorado spruce BY HAND at 82 years of age!  As a result, I loaned my healthy and slightly younger back to the planting of his vegetable garden.  It was an interesting couple hours.  Dad carefully employed a tape measure to assure each row was exactly 30 inches apart.  I put the stake in at 29 inches and he made me move it!  Strings were attached between the measured stakes to assure the rows were straight.  For some reason, Dad keeps commenting on my crooked row of onions.  Of course, he was planting from the other end and kept lifting the string to place his sets directly under the string while I was unaware of my moving target!  I wonder if the onions from my crooked row will taste as good as those from the straight row?