Before I wither away

 

Saying goodbye 

When the time is right, they bid us farewell. Me being Scandinavian this also brings a kind of melancholy. I understand the bittersweet feeling of something so gorgeous disappearing. It used to be long, long winters before they appeared again. The darkness, the cold and the hardness of long winters still haunts me. After moving to Scotland in 1997 I discovered a totally different winter. Still after all this time I am amazed and pleasantly surprised at the start of every new year, when things start to grow at the end of January and some plants bloom in February. Those used to be the hardest months to get through when I lived in Sweden. 

Lavatera

 

When I look at this beautiful flower and I see how it is withering, preparing to leave, I sense that bittersweet feeling again. Then I hear her, her words and her humming:

Swedish/ På svenska:

"Hej!

Innan jag vissnar - minns kärleken, minns mig och glädjen du känner, när du ser mig. Jag kommer tillbaka och är lika glad att se dig också. Vi hör ihop!" 

Jag: "Tack! Du är så fin! Vad vacker du är! Jag känner dig!"

Malvan: "Samma här! På återseende!"

English:

"Hi!

Before I wither away - remember the love, remember me and the joy you feel, when you see me. I will be back and I am just as happy to see you too. We belong together!"

Me: "Thank you! You are so beautiful! How gorgeous you are! I know you!"

Lavatera: "Same! We'll meet again!"

Her sound

It takes a short moment before I can hear her. She is quiet and humming. I hear the birds singing though. Thankful for their contributions too. See if you can hear them?

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Then she speaks again

A few weeks later I go outside, where she lives. The flowers are long gone now. But she is there. I hear

her. She says:

"Here me sing.

I'm still here. 

Carry me with you.

I love you!

Always!"

"Hör min sång. 

Jag är fortfarande här. 

Bär mig med dig.

Jag älskar dig!

Alltid!"

💖💖💖

Agnetha 🥀