A motto that seems appropriate to my current state of ambition. Thoughts occur, but they stay simply thoughts, no product emerges, no progress is made. Perhaps not really maximum thought, but very nearly minimum output.
But now it is spring, the yard is calling out for planning, cultivation, seeds. The datura that we transported from Texas want to be planted, the little garden on the patio needs to be tilled, and peas need to be in the ground. The sun is up and the sky is clear, gardening tools lie in wait. The morning is already done, but the afternoon should be a fine time for gardening.