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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