Day Ninety-four


An Pajerdegves Dedh ha Pajar Ügens



De Yow, pempes mis Ebrel. Da ew genam kerres (kerdhes) e’n pow en gwenton. Ma lies edhen o càna, oll sortow a edhen – rüdhogyon, molhas dû, pednow palyon ha nebes heckamolas erel. Ma flourys melen wheg en keow; eythin ha lily Corawys whath (kenth o Pask gellys). Ma bardhonek en Sowsnek gen Robert Seymour Bridges, Yma gwenton ow mos oll yn gwynn. En Kernow e’n polj ma nei ell leverel Ma gwenton moas oll en melen.
Thursday, 5th April. I like walking in the countryside in spring. Many birds are singing, all sorts of birds – robins, blackbirds, blue-tits and several other “dicky birds”. There are sweet yellow flowers in hedges; gorse and daffodils still (even though Easter has gone). There is a poem in English by Robert Seymour Bridges “Spring goeth all in white”. In Cornwall at this moment we can say “Spring goes all in yellow”.

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