Sunday, 8 February 2026

2026 Day 39

2026 Dedh Nawnjek warn Ügens















De Sül, ethves mis Whevrel
Sunday, 8th February




My a gramblas emann e'n lowarth rag kemeres fotos ow bagas camellia teg. Nena, my a draylyas adro hag otta gwedhen - codhys war an bambou. Nag üjy na wedhen na bambou ow tevy war agan tir, bes mons ow codha a-dreus an min. Gwredhow an wedhen ew tednys mes a'n dor. An gwens a veu crev ha'n dor ew medhal drefen an glaw. Ma meur a whel rag ow gour dhe wil gans y hesken.
















I climbed up in the garden for taking photos of my lovely camellia bush. Then, I turned round and behold a tree - fallen on the bamboos. Neither tree nor bamboos are growing on our land, but they are falling across the boundary. The tree's roots are pulled out of the ground. The wind was strong and the ground is soft because of the rain. There is a lot of work for my husband to do with his saw.


















 

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