“Susan, would you like to go for a ride?” says Mom as she’s grabbing her sweater off of the chair. “Sure, but where are we going?” I reply, hoping the trip would include a stop at the dairy isle for a chocolate ice cream cone. “Just around Robin Hood’s Barn,” mom answers. I grabbed my sweatshirt and headed out the door. Dad was already in the car, ready to back out.
My parents knew all of the unmarked roads. Some were dirt filled with potholes, while others had loose gravel. Every time they go for a drive, they were on another unbeaten path.
I loved these adventures. I’d roll down my window and let the wind blow my hair; or stick my hand out and feel the resistance against it as we drove down the road.
Slowly, Dad pulls the car over to the side of the road and points out a swampy area off to the left. You can see the trees have been notched out by the beavers; some have already fallen or dragged to their dam.
Mom grabbed the camera to take some pictures. There are some red-tailed hawks flying overhead looking for their next meal. Suddenly Dad got my attention, “Susan, look over there. A doe and her twin fawns are grazing in the field.” “Wow, they are beautiful animals,” I responded. There was so much to see and we hadn’t driven that far out of town.
The countryside had so much to offer for the wildlife. Evergreen trees provided shade from the sun and the cold wind of winter. There were plenty of wild berry bushes about for food, along with the water for drinking in the swamp. And just enough color; even though the calendar said it was spring, the trees hadn’t budded, yet there were daffodils along the road that someone had graciously planted.
It was so peaceful at this stop. Soon Dad pulls the car back out onto the road and I wave goodbye to the deer and the beavers, even though I don’t really see them. We’re off to another spot to witness God’s creation. And then, Dad says, we’ll stop and get some ice cream before heading home. I’m glad I decided to take a ride with them “Around Robin Hood’s Barn.”