Onward

We treated the neighborhood chickens to a few worms dug out next to a compost bin. Such delicacies are what they yearn for, as they whine in their coop or grumble through the fence. We walk, and our nonegenarian savors the up and down of a steep driveway, as well as what she calls "the final pitch", the steps up to our house. She nearly always voices her satisfaction at these efforts, as they make her feel invigorated, at least as much as one can be. We discuss the relativity of steps for 90 year olds, and roof cracks for young climbers. One person's block or two is another's marathon.