One thing I've observed this summer is that our free time doesn't stay free for long. Something always happens. And then, whether we were enjoying our unstructured time, or floundering in it, it is spoken for.
Often, this is an agreeable turn of events. Other times, not so much. Twice on this day, our puttering was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. The first time was a vase crashing to the floor. The second occurred when the nail supporting this frame pulled out of the wall, completely without warning or apparent provocation.
Oh well. Not too many barefoot summer days left, anyway.