We’ve had some hectic weekends for the past month or so, but this morning found both MOH and me home on a Sunday morning with no particular plans. We cooked pumpkin pancakes together and relaxed over coffee. It would have been easy to kick back and spend the day as a couple of couch potatoes.
But it was a beautiful fall day. The sun was shining brightly, the cooler weather and gentle breeze could not be, and would not be, ignored. I wanted to be lazy AND enjoy the beautiful day. “Let’s go for a drive,” suggested my son. So we did.
Do people still take Sunday drives? I’m not talking about a trip to visit family or head to the mall. I’m talking about good old fashioned we-have-no-idea-what-we’re-doing-or-where-we’re going drives. My parents did this often. My dad would delight in finding a road that he hadn’t traveled down before and enjoyed the mystery of getting lost, and then finding his way home. GPS? Fuggedaboutit. Even if we would have had one, he would have left it at home for our Sunday Drive.
As a kid I was a somewhat reluctant passenger. “Where are we going? How long will we be gone? Do we have enough gas?” Yes. I was a fretful child. But things always worked out. Sometimes we dropped in on friends – without calling! We just showed up and they were glad to see us. No one worried about whether their house was messy or if they had other plans. If they were in the middle of something we joined in. If they weren’t, we sat in lawn chairs and talked for an hour or so.
Sometimes we would visit a park or playground. We often stopped at a roadside fruit or vegetable stand to buy corn, cucumbers, cantaloupes or apples. And sometimes there was singing… You Are My Sunshine, Play a Simple Melody, and Yellow Rose of Texas were big hits in our Chevy Nova. MOH has similar memories of Sunday Drives with visits to family and stops for ice cream, but no singing.
Today, we took off without a plan, kept an eye out for willow trees, and stopped at Gee Farms. Today we pointed out the early color changes of the fall leaves and foliage to each other. Today, we did not take any unfamiliar roads, we didn’t open the sun roof, and we didn’t drop in on anyone unexpectedly. Today, we didn’t sing. But believe you me, I would have if I would have thought of it. Thank goodness there’s always next Sunday.