A Year of Late Cornish

Dedh   Cans Pajar Ügens hag Onan   De Sül, degves warn ügens mis Efan   Sunday, 30th   June   An diwettha dedh a vis Efan solabres! Pe le wrüg an mis mos? Thera gewer d ò bm dhen a-dhiwedhes, saw na veu agan chei re d ò bm. Byldys veu va gen kiger an pow. Radn an chei o annedh saw radn o rag gwithva po skiber vian rag y gig. Thera carrjy rag an kert ewedh (po martesen tho ev stabel rag an margh loos). Agan kegin ew e'n annedh, bes an gwithva ew agan parledh lebmyn. Nag eus kig veth etto na moy! Gosgasys ew an chei gen an menedh – nag eus re a howl en hav ha nag eus re a wens en gwav. Todn tòbmder brâs a-ves bes  üdn degre warn  ü gens (Celsius) a-jei. The last day of June already! Where did the month go? We had hot weather recently, but our house was not too hot. It was built by a local butcher. Part of the house was a dwelling but part was a store or little barn for his meat. There was a cartshed for the cart as well (or perhaps it was a stable for the grey ho

Dedh Cans ha Pajar Ügens   De Sadorn, nawhes warn ügens mis Efan   Saturday, 29th   June   Nag o vy lowarthores skentel! Da ew genam flourys gwels. Da ew genam gweles gwenen gwels ow cuntel bleus flourys e'n manegow lowarn. Nag ew da genam trehy an glesinyow ha nag ew da genam tedna emann whynas naneyl. Bettegens, terwethyow ma othom dhebm dh'y w ü l. Otta bern a reden hir, dreys ha blejow kenys. Me a wonas nebes has bes na ellama remembra pehen ens. Melwhes ha bulhornes a wr ü g debry an toknys. Na ellama aga redya. Martesen ma dhebm plans tomato (aval kerenja) po nebes flourys. Me a vedn g ò rtos.   I am not a skillful gardener! I like wild flowers. I like to see wild bees collecting pollen in the foxgloves. I do not like cutting lawns and neither do I like pulling up weeds. However, sometimes I need to do it. Here's a heap of bracken, brambles and campio. I planted some seeds but I can't remember what sort they are. Slugs and snails have eaten the

Dedh  Cans  Trei    Ügens  ha  Nawnjek De  Gwener ,  ethves  warn  ügens  mis  Efan   Friday, 28 th  June   An   gwens  a  whaffas   dres  an nos. Na  alja   nebes   taclow   g ül   resistens .  Anjei  a  godhas  –  scorrow  war  an   vorr  ( fordh )  ha  slynk  y din an  flehes  et ow  lowarth .  Tewel  o  an   nos   drefen  nag era  loor   vrâs .  Ma’n   loor  ow  lehe   lebmyn . Nag  ew   hei   bes   gwarak   ydn . E  vedh   loor   nowydh  an  nessa  mis  Gorefan . Nena  na   wra   nei   gweles   loor   veth .  An   kei   brâs  a  gemeras  own rag an  gwens .  Ev  a  gramyas   emann   dhe’n   chambour  rag  kescowethyans . D re   vr âs  nag  eus   cübmyas   dhodho   dhe   vos  a- warra  (a- wartha ).  Eus   mir   cablüs   dhodho ?   The wind gusted through the night. Some things could not resist. They fell – branches on the road and the  childrens’  slide in my garden. The night was dark because there wasn’t a big moon. The moon is wani