For the past several days, I have had the opportunity to sit, with little else to do than think (and cough and blow my nose). I learned long ago, perhaps when I was ten years old, that the common cold, though very uncomfortable, is an excellent time for thinking.
I’ve tried to spend time reading when I have a cold, but with the sinus congestion, headache and spontaneous eruptions of coughing and sneezing, I find it very difficult to concentrate on the tiny words printed on the pages of a book no matter how engaging its subject may be. Thinking, on the other hand, can drift and flow around the symptomatic distractions of the microscopic invaders causing my discomfort.
You are likely to have guessed that a great portion of my thinking time these past few days included gardening—conifer gardening in particular. One morning, my wife enticed me to join…
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