Vegetation grows out of the mouths of stone angels, and sheep wander through the chapel. For Iphigenia, Margarita, and Carla the rhythm of nature and the rituals of the Church have joined to make an encompassing whole, a garment as fitting for their lives as their homespun clothes. They pray, they do their daily tasks. Brambles enclose the monastery and the three nuns have forgotten the world outside. Until a worldly young priest forges his way in.