2023 Dedh Cans hag Eth
De Meurth, etegves mis Ebrel
Tuesday, 18th April
Da ew genam gwenton. My a gar mis Ebrel. Ma pub tra ow tivüna ha egery. An buddys a whedh ha tardha efan. Ma reden ow tispletya - òtta tavas a'n carow. En termyn eus passyes an menedh ma, reb an bal plobm, o tir wast ha noth. Lebmyn thewa leun a spern dû - gwydn aga flourys. Keow a Gernow ew leun a flourys gwels - ha ma flourys dhort lowarthow ow tevy gwels ewedh. Ma sawor wheg dhe'n bleujow vosow ma. Nag ew an scavyliggyon flour na wheg na teg - gwenonek ew ha ma cougol dhodho.
I like spring. I love April. Everything is waking up and opening. The buds swell and burst wide open. Ferns are unfurling - here's hart's tongue fern. Once upon a time this hillside, by the lead mine, was barren land and bare. Now it is full of blackthorn - with white flowers. Cornish hedges are full of wild flowers - and flowers from gardens are growing wild too. These wallflowers have a sweet scent. The cuckoo-pint (wild arum) is not a sweet or pretty flower - it is poisonous and has a hood.
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