A Year of Late Cornish

  2026 Dedh Cans Pajar Ügens ha Trei De Yow, nessa mis Gorefen Thursday, 2nd July Hedhyw my eth dhe'n cuntelyans pub mis ow bagas art  ogas dhe Truro. Thera disqwethyans gen lymner meurgerys, Judi Trevorrow. Kernowes ew hei ha descadores. My re liwyas genjy kens lebmyn. An mater hedhyw a veu owravalow war baper nowodhow. En gwelha pres, na veu othom dhen a liwya paper nowodhow veth. Nei a liwyas war brynt a radn folen a baper nowodhow. Nei a ûsyas liwyow acrylek gen badna dhowr (na re). Melyn o an kensa liw (gen tabm gwydn dall rag cüdha an geryow dan an owravalow). Wòja hedna nei a ûsyas melynrüdh ha rüdhvelyn war an melyn, rag an frûtys. Thera glas rag an delkyow ha gwydn rag an bewin. War an diwedh loos boll a ros skeujow dhen.  Today I went to monthly meeting of my art society near Truro. We had a demonstration by popular artist, Judi Trevorrow. She is a Cornish woman and a teacher. I have painted with her before. The subject today was oranges on a newspaper. Fortunat...

  2026 Dedh Cans Pajar Ügens ha Dew De Merher, kensa mis Gorefen Wednesday, 1st July An kensa dedh a vis nowydh! My a dal pedery a neppeth nowydh, bes na ellama. Nag o vy nowydh na velha ow hònan. Skith o vy. Ma othom dhebm a divüna a-varr avorow. Martesen colm tavas münys alja bos possybyl. An avalow a-varr na vedh arves avorow.  The first day of a new month! I should think of something new, but I can't. I am no longer new myself. I'm tired. I need to wake up early tomorrow. Perhaps a tiny tongue-twister could be possible. The early apples won't be ripe tomorrow.

  2026 Dedh Cans Pajar Ügens ha Wonan De Meurth, degves warn ügens mis Efen Tuesday, 30th June An mis ma ew mis cott. Nag eus bès deg dedh warn ügens etto, pecar'a mis Ebrel, mis Gwedngala ha mis Dû. Nag ew bès mis Whevrel en üdnek mis cotta, whath en bledhen labm. An misyow erel ew üdn jedh hirra. En Sowsnek ma rîm dhe weres dhe flehes perthy cov. Ma othom dhen a neppeth a'n par na rag Kernôwek. Piw a vedn y scrifa? En s ü r, mis Efen o an t ò bma mis e'n vledhen ma. Ewa record? Kernow ew nebes moy yeyn avel Loundres! Ha, en mettin ma, glaw a wra. This month is a short month. There are only thirty days in it, like April, September and November. Only February is a shorter month, even in a leap year. The other months are one day longer. In English, there is a rhyme to help children remember. We need something like that for Cornish. Who will write it? Certainly, June was the hottest month this year. Is it a record? Cornwall is a bit cooler than London! And, this morning, it i...

  2026 Dedh Cans ha Pajar Ügens De Lün, nawes warn ügens mis Efen Monday, 29th June E vedh loor leun e'n nos. Na wra vy hy gweles. Gorherys ew an eborn. An cloudys a dheuth e'n jedh. Loor Sevy henwys ew an loor leun ma. Ma'n sêson rag cuntel sevy! Na ellama gweles an loor, saw me ell trouvya nebes sevy münys et ow lowarth. Bian ens, bes nag ens an behatna tra e'n lowarth. Otta an flourys cogh ma emesk an gwelsednow. Na wöra vy aga hanow. Bes pandr'ew flour an moyha cogh? Otta hebma, an jowal,  emesk an reden. Ro dhort cowethes o va, etho na wöra vy y hanow naneyl. Ma melyonen rüdh ewedh, saw nag ew hebma mar spladn. There will be a full moon in the night. I won't see it. The sky is overcast. The clouds came in the day. This full moon is called a Strawberry Moon. It's the season for picking strawberries! I can't see the moon, but I can find some tiny strawberries in my garden. They are small, but they are not the smallest thing in the garden. Look at the...

  2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Nawnjek De Sül, ethves warn ügens Sunday, 28th June Skith o vy, ha henn ew oll! I'm tired, and that's all.

  2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens hag Etek De Sadorn, seythves warn ügens mis Efen Saturday, 27th June Res veu ow mab palas cleudh et y lowarth. Ev a dhallathas cleudhya gen kemeres dhe ves nebes gweres. My a gemeras pott an gweres na rag lowarth vy, heb gwil tra veth ganjo. Pana sowdhan! Thera has e'n gweres, ha lebmyn ma üdn flour rüdh teg. Lowen ew an bulhorn ma. Ma delkyow sawrek ragto dhe dhebry.  Nag üjy va ow tebry an delkyow e'n pott en ogas. Nag en jei mar sawrek, car dre hevel. My son had to dig a trench in his garden. He began trench digging by removing some soil. I took a pot of that soil for my garden, without doing anything with it. What  surprise! There were seeds in the soil, and nor I have one beautiful red flower. The snail is happy. There are tasty leaves for it to eat. It does not eat the leaves in the nearby pot. They are not so tasty, it seems.