Oh, a southern thing. I remember the first time being invited by my girlfriend to "explore" her, as one of the few activities endorsed by her parents (her mother, really) to go out without parental supervision was during the spring rite of decoration. The small country churches, having insufficient congregation to properly observe remembrances, would cycle through, in her case, four neighboring groups that each would take the lead for a Sunday, and the other three would join that one, with no service in the local church for three of the four Sundays, (if you can picture this) and the services were conducted instead at the cemetery where graves of those remembered were decorated with flowers . . . the other cemeteries were deserted -- she picked one -- you get the picture.
Odd, she was both observant, and interested in exploring . . . a curious combination of passions.