The Beauty of A Quiet Walk

Even when my children were small, daily walks were common. Often times we would make them part of our science project and combine that with an English assignment. Writing about what they saw, felt, sensed and what they had learned about some item, and now, no children in tow, I still think about what my senses are experiencing on my walks or simply listen for that still small voice of God.

I am in awe of the wisteria by the chicken house, it is so fragrant and so vibrant in color. Today it was alive with bee's at work. I got right up in between the branches, bees above me, beside me and below me. If they were annoyed by my presence they never let on.

By my feet, the two ducklings enjoyed their first day of freedom and you could tell they felt a bit overwhelmed and followed me or the rooster around as if we were their parents. The barn cats were trying to decide if they were meant as a meal or not.... a few pecks from those able duck bills and they got it figured out pretty fast. The world around me today just seems quiet and simple...not a moment of stress or worry. Good smells from the oven seeping out the back door and finding me, reminding me that my walk must draw to a close. Clothes flopping in the breeze on the line as I pass by them and climb up the back door steps. The screen door slamming behind me, a sound I have grown to love.