Even in a busy summer — the busiest so far for me — there are idle hours to fill. Not many, but a few.
(And even if there were none I would invent some. I would have to to stay sane.)
Idle hours to do what you might ask? Well…
To swim in the chilly Smith River with my dog, maybe snorkel around the rocks to see who is living below.
To walk aimlessly through the Saturday farmer’s market in Crescent City and assemble a to-die-for selection of fresh veggies.
To occasionally pick from our own garden at Bill and Renee’s next door. Thatsa big-a zucchini, eh?
To try a few new recipes — some home-made bread, a new recipe with the fresh-caught tuna bought a day earlier from Mike the fishermen in Brookings, and pizza!
Trust me. I find the time, even if it’s not there.