Mrs. Loosli is old. Her husband died many years ago; her children have moved out. She spends her days alone on her farm at the foot hills of the Swiss Alps. She knits. She keeps in shape on her treadmill. She listens to the radio. She fires up the oven and fetches wood. She bakes an apple pie for herself. She spends time with her dog. A young film crew documents how each morning she braces herself against her life's loneliness and the absurdity of life. The result is film essay about the power of rituals; a film that widens the horizon and captures the beautiful in the ordinary.