Tuesday, 11 December 2018

A Year of Late Cornish Day 344


Trei Hansves Dedh Dogens ha Pajer

De Meurth, üdnegves mis Kevardhû.
Tuesday, 11th December

Ke nag eus lies joy en gwav, me a gavas üdn tra wheg hedhyw. Reb an vownder ma rew a alan wheg (troos ebel wheg) ha mons ow tallath blejowa. Ma sawarn pur wheg dhodhans, avel vanilla. An vownder ew leyjek, rag hedna thew an flourys ploos, saw nag üjy hedna ow lehe aga perfûm. Nag ew an flourys teg – nag eus gwenen po ticky Düw veth dhe dedna. Nag üjy anjei ow cül has naneyl – nag eus flourys benow en Kernow. Nag ens flourys genejek (dhort Africa Norh ens) .   
Although there aren’t many joys in winter, I found one nice thing today. By the lane is a row of sweet coltsfoot (winter heliotrope, Petasites fragrans) and they are starting to flower. They have a very sweet smell, like vanilla. The lane is muddy, therefore the flowers are dirty, but that does not diminish their perfume. The flowers are not beautiful – there is not a single bee or butterfly to attract. Neither do they produce seeds – there are no female flowers in Cornwall. They are not native flowers (they are from North Africa).

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