Dedh Cans ha Deg

De Sadorn, ügensves mis Ebrel

Saturday, 20^th April

Pana jorna spladn! Jorna teg avel dedh en hav o. Nei a sedhas war an glesin gans an flogh bian. “Res ew dhodho degy hatt howl,” emedh y vabm, bes nag ew da ganjo degy hatt. Ev a’n towlas dhe ves. Da ew gena nei golow an howl ha da ewa gen cathes whath moy. Bertie a dheuth genen dhe’n glesin. Da ew ganjo rolya emesk an flourys. Nag eus dhodho dinita (dygnita). Poran en topp an lowarth nag eus glesin. Ma remenat ke coth ha pras gen lies flour gwels. Nag ew ow gour alowys (gena vy) dhe drehy ena terebo an flourys drei has. Ma whath brially ha mellyon (ha dens lew). Ma’n blejow a’n gùckou ow tos bes lebmyn – nebes diwedhes ens drefen bos goskeujys gen (gans) an ke. Ha nessa mis e vedh aran.

What a bright day! It was a day as beautiful as a day in summer. We sat on the lawn with the baby. “He must wear a sun hat,” said his mum, but he doesn’t like wearing a hat. He threw it away. We like sunshine and cats like it even more. Bertie came with us to the lawn. He likes rolling among the flowers. He is not dignified. Right at the top of the garden there is no lawn. There’s the remains of an old hedge and a meadow with many wild flowers. My husband is not allowed (by me) to cut there until the flowers produce seed. There are still primroses and violets (and dandelions). The bluebells are only just coming -  they are a bit late because they are shadowed by the hedge. Next month there will be orchids.