Last October, friends invited my husband and I for a Sunday drive in their convertible. It was a gorgeous day. Sunny and warm, but still cool enough to wear jeans and long-sleeved shirts. Our friends picked us up. We live out in the country but instead of heading towards town, they took us farther north, two counties away. I wasn’t sure where we were headed exactly, but I didn’t care.
I was too busy enjoying the autumn sun on my face. The crisp light breeze across my shoulders. And who knew all the sounds of nature you could hear while driving through country roads while the top was down? Cows mooing, birds chattering, and donkeys braying.
After eating in an out-of-the-way restaurant, we headed down a dusty, quiet back road. Our friends had been there before and told us there was something they wanted us to see. What, I thought, a cow, some pigs? I’d seen those before. But they were driving, so what could I say?
I don’t know how long we stood there, watching the flowers watch us, but I’ll never forget it. We all got some pictures, and have special memories of that day. Not long after that, our friends moved away, so that afternoon is more precious than ever.
Ruth Hartman hales from the beautiful state of Indiana. She’s a published author and licensed dental hygienist and author. Always writing for fun, her career as an author began in 2008 with memoirs, romance novels and short stories. ‘Write what you know’ finds her books and stories gravitating toward dentistry and cats.
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