Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go gléineach sa Samhradh seo, agus bhí Siobhán agus Cillian ag dul ar thuras speisialta go dtí na Gairdíní Náisiúnta Luibheolaíochta.

The sun was shining brightly this summer, and Siobhán and Cillian were going on a special trip to the National Botanical Gardens.

Bhí Siobhán lán le sceitimíní mar bhí sí ag súil le phlanda álainn nua a chur lena bailiúchán.

Siobhán was full of excitement as she was looking forward to adding a beautiful new plant to her collection.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh phlanda annamh, ceann suntasach a chuirfeadh le huathúlacht a gairdín.

She wanted a rare plant, a remarkable one that would add to the uniqueness of her garden.

Cé go raibh Cillian aige a intinn shocraigh le praiticiúlacht, bhí sé sásta am a chaitheamh lena dheirfiúr.

Although Cillian had a mind set on practicality, he was happy to spend time with his sister.

Thaitin leo ag siúl tríd na conairí bláthanna, idir na scáthanna a ghoid an ghrian tríd na plandaí.

They enjoyed walking through the flower paths, under the shadows the sun cast through the plants.

Bhí an aer lán de bholadh na mbláthanna agus an féar cnáibeach.

The air was full of the scent of flowers and the grassy fragrance.

"Siobhán, cén chúis atá agat leis an phlanda sin atá chomh tábhachtach?

"Siobhán, what is your reason for that plant being so important?"

" a d'fhiafraigh Cillian agus é ag breathnú ar a sceitimíní.

Cillian asked, watching her excitement.

"Éist, a Chillian," arsa Siobhán, "Ní amháin faoi bheith as an ngnáth atá i gceist.

"Listen, Cillian," said Siobhán, "it's not just about being unusual.

Is fíorálainn é.

It's truly beautiful.

Déanfaidh sé mo ghairdín mar oidhreacht do mo phaiste.

It will make my garden a legacy for my patch."

"Lean siad ar aghaidh ar a dturas, iad ag stopadh le hamharc ar phlandaí eile.

They continued on their journey, stopping to admire other plants.

Ansin, chuir sí súil ar an phlanda annamh - Lus na Gaoithe Gorm - dhearcadh speisialta a h-aithneodh ó thalamh go haer.

Then she spotted the rare plant - the Blue Windflower - a special appearance recognizable from ground to air.

Ní raibh ann ach ceann amháin.

There was only one.

Bhraith Siobhán go domhain inmheánach, ach ligeann sí an nóiméad uirthi.

Siobhán felt a deep inner longing but allowed herself the moment.

D'fhéach sí timpeall agus chonaic sí fear eile a raibh a shúile ag glioscarnach leis.

She looked around and saw another man whose eyes were sparkling with interest.

Bhí sé ró-mhall do Siobhán.

It was too late for Siobhán.

D'fhulaing sí an meacht, ach lig sí do gairdínóir eile é a cheannach.

She endured the silence but let another gardener purchase it.

Rinne Cillian gáire.

Cillian laughed.

"Siobhán, tá tú chomh flaithiúil.

"Siobhán, you are so generous.

Tá daonnacht sa ghairdín seo.

There is humanity in this garden."

"D'fhoghlaim sé ansin nach raibh a cuid áthas bunaithe san ábhar féin amháin ach sa chaointne agus cothú saothar an ghoirt.

He learned then that her joy was not based solely on material things but on compassion and nurturing the work of the earth.

Rinne sé gealltanas tacú léi agus a áilleacht a thuiscint.

He promised to support her and appreciate her beauty.

D’fhilleadar abhaile.

They returned home.

Trína chéile, faoin ngairdín, mhothaigh siad go raibh sé níos saibhre ina áilleacht.

Together, about the garden, they felt it was richer in its beauty.

Bhí an t-am go léir a bhí acu níos tábhachtaí ná gach lus annamh.

The time they had together was more important than any rare plant.

Agus bhí tuiscint nua acu ar a chéile agus ar an domhan nádúrtha.

And they had a new understanding of each other and the natural world.

Bhí an grá le cuimhne agus cuid na beatha níos treise ná aon phlanda.

The love in memory and part of life was stronger than any plant.