Dedh Pajar Ügens ha Wonan
De Gwener, nessa warn ügens mis Meurth
Friday, 22nd March
Me a gerras (gerdhas) gen kei bian en trolergh ow moyha kerys a-hes. A-ûham tho an ebòrn blou ha gwydn ha loos, bes na vedh glaw. E veu howl spladn en peldar rag cott termyn – war an treth ha’n derevyansow gwydn nowydh reb an treth. Me a glowas lies tros gwenton – rüdhek ow cana en ke, ow gour ow falhy an glesin ha nebün edhen ow knackya war an wedhen vrâs ma. Ello whei hy gweles? Casek coos ew hei – dû ha gwydn ha rüdh hy flev.
I walked along my favourite footpath with a little dog. Above me the sky was blue and white and grey, but there won’t be any rain. There was bright sun in the distance for a short time – on the beach and the new white buildings by the beach. I heard many spring sounds – a robin singing in a hedge, my husband mowing the lawn and a certain bird knocking on this big tree. Can you see it? It’s a woodpecker – with black and white and red plumage.
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