De Lün, terdhegves mis Whevrel
Monday, 13th February
Da ew genen howl en gwav, saw nag üjy an howl ow terevel ûhel e'n eborn. Ma va ow gîk der an ke et ow lowarth e'n dohajedh. Hir ew an skeujow (skeusow) bes ma'n howl ow còlowa an flourys spladn. Ma meur a'n liw melyn - les lagas, eythin ha losyow on.
We like sun in winter, but the sun does not rise high in the sky. It peeps through the hedge in my garden in the afternoon. The shadows are long but the sun lights up the bright flowers. There's a lot of the colour yellow - celandines, gorse and lamb's tails (hazel catkins).
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