You sow an idea--you sow a seed.

It grows upwards through a soil of subliminal unconsciousness until it lifts its head into the clear air of realization.

There is no limitation of time, no need for watchful dependence upon the season.

Only the moment and the husbandry of circumstances are essential.

With these, perhaps a single hour is all that may be required for the seed to open, the shoots to sprout, the plant itself to bear the fruit of action in the fierce light of reality.
In Traill's mind the idea was sown when he stood outside the office of Bonsfield & Co.