At lot of the mystic surrounding The Masters is folklore. I heard lots of stories about Azelas not blooming on time and every potted plant in the south would be emptied for the show. Or if they tried to bloom too soon the entire course would be packed in ice. I know that's false because in 97 there wasn't a flower to be seen there. That was the first year Tiger played there so it was probably an omen! I've heard that there is never a full membership, one slot is always empty for the ghost of Bobby Jones. I've heard that talking business on the course is strictly forbidden and will get you kicked out. Hundreds of other stories. That for me is part of the magic and fun of the Masters and Augusta National. There is no line between fantasy and reality.
I do know that they can pull off some petty amazing landscape feats. Like transplanting 36 full grown pine trees in a fairway and they look like they've been there 50 years!