An gewer ma ew fâls ha gôwek. Na ellen nei trestya dhedhy. Ma'n howl ow spladna saw gwens a'n Noor ew pur yeyn. Whei alja bos leskys gen an howl ha yeynhes en keth termyn. Da ew an howl gen oll an flourys. Ma gan spernen wydn ow dendyl hy hanow aral - gwedhen Me. Ma bleujyow ha kewny war an wedhen avalow pur goth. Ma bleujyow a'n gog ha brially lowr, saw nag eus lies tycky-Duw na gwenen. Nag ew an gwens da ganjans, my a grej.
This weather is deceitful and treacherous. We cannot rely on it. The sun is shining but the north wind is very cold. You could be sunburnt and chilled at the same time. All the flowers like the sun. Our white thorn (hawthorn) tree is earning its other name - May tree. There is blossom and lichen on the very old apple tree. There are plenty of bluebells and primroses, but there are not many butterflies and bees. They do not like the wind, I believe.
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