From the corner of your eye, you see movement on the meadow. It's the young milkmaid Baerbel, who has been the silver lining of your work on the roof of farmer Rohring's farmhouse these past weeks. If not for her, working for that old fart would have been absolutely unbearable. But seeing the smile on her freckled face when she brings you lunch every day makes it all worth it. You quickly get lost in thought as you watch her picking flowers in the last golden rays of the evening sun.