Sometimes I walk alone and, as you may have noticed in my Sunday Stroll Post from last week, I hear that music of the earth about which Gladys Tabor writes. The other day, Tanka and I were walking and I commented on the song of the creek to him. He, being of a slightly contrary nature, said that it wasn't singing; it was talking. Definitely talking, he told me, he could hear it very clearly.
I never know, when I set out for my walk, who will join me. My faithful canine companion almost always tags along, and sometimes a cat or two. Once in a while a little boy strolls along, one of my energetic sons, which changes the nature of the "serenity" of the walk, but allows me to share the experience with a lively companion. It's all good.
If you have time to stroll today, and if your weather permits, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Linda at Vulture Peak Muse
Me here at the Quiet Country House
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Ruth at Musings of an Everyday Woman
Linda at Crafty Gardener
Abbie at Farmer's Daughter
Cloudhands at Uncarved Block