THE MAN WHO TALKED TO HIS DEAD WIFE'S GARDEN — Ekkjumaðr the Tending | Dark Norse Grief Ballad

🌹💙 THE MAN WHO TALKED TO HIS DEAD WIFE'S GARDEN — Ekkjumaðr the Tending | Dark Norse Grief Ballad She planted these roses the spring before she died. He didn't know plants. He knows them now. He talks to them because she would have talked to them. Someone has to keep the conversation going. He's decided it's him. She always said the garden told her things — which plants needed water just by how they stood. He thought it was whimsy. He knows now it was attention. She was paying the kind of attention he's only learning five years too late. He talks to the roses about his day. Tells them when the harvest went well. Tells them when their daughter visited, what she said, how she's getting more like her mother. The roses don't answer. He doesn't need them to. He just needs somewhere to keep saying it. Five years of tending taught him what she knew: you don't force a thing to bloom on your schedule. You give it what it needs and you wait. He thinks now that was about grief too, not just roses. The roses bloomed early this year. He told them about her birthday. He thinks that's why. He has no proof. He doesn't need proof. He has roses, blooming early, on her birthday. That's enough of an answer for him. 🌹 Best enjoyed: grief that finds its own logic, love that continues past the person it was for, gardening as conversation, or any evening you have something to tell someone who can't answer back. 🐦‍⬛ Subscribe — the garden is tended weekly. There's always something to tell. #VikingMusic #NorseMusic #DarkVikingMusic #NorseMythology #DarkFolk #NorseFolk #EpicVikingMusic #CinematicMusic #AtmosphericFolk #VikingSong