My father is an anti-green thumb. He doesn't plant stuff, he just chops it down. So far, he's claimed two (sickly) orange trees, a creosote bush, two (healthy) mesquite trees, a bougainvillea, and a (thriving) shrub of unknown origins. And now he's eying the mulberry tree out in the side yard. The incredibly happy, healthy mulberry tree that shades
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