Along the hundred-year-old hedge at the edge of great grandpa's farm, ""she"" (a girl in boots and jeans and soft hat) goes out each morning ""to walk and wake up walking/to eat and feed the birds/and to/be alone."" She has breakfast, cuts a poison ivy vine that is strangling some branches, notes the bugs and bluejays and possums and a quail family, buries a baby rabbit. . . and returns, smiling, to breakfast smells and family. Through Adoff's naturally cadenced prose in free-verse format, readers so disposed can share the quiet spot of solitary contentment.