2020 Dedh Ügens
De Lün, ügensves mis Genver
Monday, 20th January
Whath môy yeyn o an nos newher. Thera leur rew war an gwels ha war bilyow gòdhor e'n glesin. Ma'n gwels rewys ow crackya dadn ow dewdròs. My ell gweles ow olow treys a-dhelher (a dhelergh) dhebm. Nag eus olow treys erel veth. Clôs ha cles ew an godhes dor, en dadn an dor. (Therama sòppoja.) Ma edhyn oll adro, ow cortos rag boos, bes re scav ens dhe wil olow treys. Ma rew gwydn war flourys marow ow hydrangea. Ma'n flourys marow ma ow qwitha an skyll nowydh e'n bagas. Saw nag eus defens veth rag an flourys gwydnrüdh war vagas deffrans.
The night last night was even colder. There was ground frost on the grass and on molehills in the lawn.The frozen grass crunches under my feet. I can see my footprints behind me. There are no other footprints.The moles are snug and cosy, under the ground. (I suppose.) There are birds all around, waiting for food, but they are too light to make footprints. There is hoar-frost on the dead flowers of my hydrangea. These dead flowers protect the new buds in the bush. But there is no protection for the pink flowers on a different bush.
Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today
a-dhelher dhe behind (you can also use a-drev dhe)
cles cosy
clôs snug
crackya to crunch, crackle
dewdròs dual plural < troos (m) foot > plural treys
olow treys footprints
pil gòdhor (m) mole hill
rew gwydn (m) hoar-frost
skyll collective plural buds, shoots, sprouts > singular skyllen
sòppoja/sòpposya to suppose, presume
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