2026 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Nawnjek
De Lün, wheffes warn ügens mis Hedra
Monday, 26th October
Monday, 26th October
Ma pictours war ow vosow, brithow gwres en payntys oyl ha dowrliwyow. Ma imajys a wedh reb dowrow, a brysk en keow ha a flourys en padik. Teg ens, saw nag eus tra veth tecka avel natûr y hònan. An gwens a whethas agan besowen wydn dhe'n dor. Ma ow gour ow trehy an corf ha branchys gen hesken. Kenever radn ew pecar'a artweyth; liwyow an rüsk ha'n kewny warnodho ew mar fin, dehen ha glas. Ow lymnansow ew coth solabres ha anjei a vedn dürya rag ow flehes ha flehes wydn, bès an vesowen wydn a vedh leskys nessa bledhen.
There are pictures on my walls, paintings done in oil paints and watercolours. I have images of trees by rivers, of bushes in hedges and of flowers in a jug. They are pretty, but there is nothing more beautiful than nature itself. The wind blew our silver birch down. My husband is sawing up the trunk and branches. Each piece is like a work of art; the colours of the bark and the lichen on it are so fine, cream and grey-green. My paintings are already old and they will last for my children and grandchildren, but the silver birch will be burnt next year.
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