How do you sell happiness in the age of discontent?

(I swiped the title from a recent episode of Silicon Valley on HBO.)

I'm finding happiness lately in horticulture and I don't care how it makes me sound. So much is blooming, unfurling, releasing and pushing in a diverse palette of greens and bright pastels. It's magic coaxed out of the ground of its own transformative power. And the engagement I feel is priceless.