2022 Dedh Cans Pajar Ügens ha Seyth
De Merher, wheffes mis Gorefen
Wednesday, 6th July
My a gerdhas en gwelyow de, ogas dhe eglos Peran, emesk an barlys ow tevy. Gwer ew an garednow whath, nag ens owryek. Barlys ew ys blewek. My a welas preven blewek ewedh, war an trolergh. Ma melyngogyon melyn emesk an garednow. Ma neythow en neb le war an dor - saw na aljama aga gweles. My alja clowes canow wheg an awhesydhes. Thera anjei ow neyja pur ûhel. Ma dreys reb an men coth. Ma flourys. E vedh mor dû. Overdevys ew an trolergh reb an eglos, bes nag eus howl lowr rag mor dû.
I walked in the fields yesterday, near St Piran's church, among the growing barley. The stalks are still green, they are not golden. Barley is a hairy cereal. I saw a hairy caterpillar too, on the footpath. There are yellow marigolds among the stalks. There are nests somewhere on the ground - though I couldn't see them. I could hear the sweet songs of the skylarks. They were flying very high. There are brambles by the old stone. There are flowers. There will be blackberries. The footpath by the church is overgrown, but there is not enough sun for blackberries.
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