Sometimes the best days are the days that go unplanned and occur off decisions based of spontaneity rather than premeditation. One of the many things I have learned in college is that plans come and go and change unexpectedly. And now, since I am on my own schedule, I am able to fill it with whatever I choose.
On this particular Saturday I woke up late, around 12:30, then went to get lunch with some of my friends. We were eating outside, enjoying the nice weather and soon our group of two evolved into a group of 10 or so. I was feeling active, so I suggested tennis. An hour later, we had a foursome on the tennis courts. Returning from my dorm I decided to go on a drive. It was a nice day, so why not? Merissa and I jumped into my car, opened up the sunroof and drove off.
Both of us being out of state, we had absolutely no clue where we were headed, but it didn’t matter. We drove straight for the longest time, then took a right and continued to drive straight again, and that’s when I saw the cows. Without hesitation, that’s all it took for me to turn in the narrow dirt pathway. We got out and began to take pictures and contunued to drive until the path ended.
When it ended we were in a clearing with a barn, a field, and a gorgeous white horse. I jumped out of the drivers seat- I was not about to miss this photo opportunity- but quickly jumped back in the car because of the two dogs that came bolting and barking at me. Yes, they scared me, I admit it. But after spending minutes debating if they were fierce attack dogs, we decided to take the chance of finding out and got out of my Volkswagen.
They immediately began jumping on us and licking us- clearly harmless. After the dogs settled down, I pulled out my camera and began taking some shots. The land was truly beautiful and the horse and two dogs as sweet as can be; it was definitely worth the trip.
As we were finishing up we heard the putter of a golf cart at our backs. “Oh shoot!” Merissa freaked and ran toward the car. I took a different approach and began waving to the elderly couple in the rustic cart. “What a lovely horse you have!” I exclaimed. After making some small talk and discovering the white horse’s name was Elvis, Merissa and I decided we had overstayed our welcome and left.
As we pulled away we looked back and saw the elderly couple drive away slowly though the fields holding holds smiles crept over our faces; we knew we had spent one of the best Saturdays here in Nashville yet.
To look at more pictures from this Saturday at the farm, check out my gallery!
I’m also curious, in response to this post, what is the best Saturday you’ve spent in a while? When is the last time you haven’t made plans and your day has benefited and become so much better because of it?
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