Deceive myself into what, you ask?
Into thinking I am a gardener, at least of sorts.
I am not. And yet, I keep on trying.
My mother is a gardener. She has a green thumb. As my youngest describes it, I have a green Sharpie with which I try to color my thumb green.
(If you don't have children, I recommend it, if only for the snarky comments they come up with …
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