"Don't dawdle, Amaryllis," my father used to say to us, quoting "The Music Man." But he is an accomplished dawdler (and gardener) himself. I love to dawdle--not allow myself to be distracted, mind you, but fully dawdle, just refuse to hurry because there is so much to admire. There is, underneath the moss, a rock-hard stubborness to dawdling. Thanks for this phrase: induced meandering. May I remember it the next time I catch one of my sons, one sock in hand, interrupted in the midst of dressing by a bug or a sleeping kitten or an unfinished puzzle.
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