2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Seyth
De Meurth, whetegves mis Efen
Tuesday, 16th June
Tuesday, 16th June
Hedhyw, thera vy ow mires orth taclow bian e'n lowarth. Taclow brâs ew moy apert, bes my a res whilas an taclow bian. Ma frûtys an hav - sevy, ow tevy war ladn. Bohes ew arves, saw an brâssa radn ew bohes arves. Mor cala gonedhys a via brâssa. Ma enevales bian cüdhys et ow lowarth. Nag eus cog veth, bes otta trefyas an gog! Ma leslôwen dadn an scroff, ow tebry sugen an idhyow. Nag ew an bulhorn ma, war redenen (tavas a'n carow), gwithys gen scroff. Ma crogen dhodho. Eus neppeth aral e'n toll ma en gladn? Neppeth bew? Re vrâs ew an toll rag gwenenen wyls. Re vian ew rag cònin. Martesen ma knithvil vian etto.
Today, I am looking at small things in the garden. Big things are more obvious, but I must look for the small things. There are the summer fruits - wild strawberries, growing on a bank. A few are ripe, but most are unripe. Cultivated strawberries would be bigger. There are little animals hidden in my garden. There aren't any cuckoos, but here is cuckoo spit! There is a plant bug under the froth, eating the ivy's sap. This snail, on a fern (hart's tongue), is not protected by froth. It has a shell. Is there something else in this hole in a bank? Something alive? The hole is too big for a wild bee. It is too small for a rabbit. Perhaps there is a small rodent in it.
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