2025 Day 285
2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Pemp De Sül, dewdhegves mis Hedra Sunday, 12th October My a res kerdhes hanter mildir dhort agan chei dhe'n trigva bus. Ma keow ha gladnow reb an vorr (nag eus trolergh). My a wel an sêsons ow chânjya. En kidnyadh thera nei ow qwetyas scavellow cronak brâs. Thew hav re dobm ha segh ragtans. Moy yeyn ha gleb ew kidnyadh. Mor dû gwedhrys ew ragwelys, ewedh (wòja Gool Mehal). Bes an velyonen ma ew sowdhan. Nag ew gwenton. Gwav nag ew gwelys gena nei whath. I have to walk half a mile from our house to the bus stop. There are hedges and banks by the road (there is no footpath). I see the seasons changing. In autumn we are expecting large toadstools. Summer is too hot and dry for them. Autumn is colder and wetter. Shrivelled blackberries are foreseen, too (after Michaelmas). But this violet is a surprise. It is not spring. We have not seen winter yet.