Now we have Nebelung, but what a Nebelung! The grass ripens at a marvellous height, the baby animals gambol at their mothers’ sides, the heavens are mild, the rain enriching, the sun warm. Our gardens are places of praise. Our houses are places of worship, our fields ring with the songs of scythe and reaper and our children’s songs of joy. No fog or mist darkens our world, no ice bars our labours. No snow falls. We plan marriages and we harvest as we have sown.