Or is every day of life an event when one reaches 90, like the farmer, Willi Dettert, who anchors this beautiful reflective piece on the joys of life itself. Despite the impairments of age, Willi holds on fiercely to his independence among his chickens and plants, and in the company of his cat. Visitors come but we are caught up most in the slow, simple rhapsodies of everyday life itself that appear all the more precious with the sense that they might, fade away at any time?