Day Hundred and Thirty

An Cansves Dedh Deg warn Ügens  

De Gwener, üdnegves mis Me. Gwenton ew en dhiogel, saw nag ew hav – hedna ew tra sür. Ma gwens yeyn arta hag e veu dhen hager gowas a law. Thera vy (owth) omglowes yeyn – rag hedna ma dew frauk dhebm. Calish ew an bêwnans rag preves. Nag ew gwens ha glaw da ganjans. Trûedhek o vy de – me a welas dran o whiles flour – neb flour – war drenewen an vorr. E’n gwettha pres, na wrüg ev gavas flour veth – oll an planjow, oll an flourys comprehendys, a veu trehys dhe’n dor gen nebonan. Thera deveth reb an vorr.   

Friday, 11^th May. It is indeed spring, but it’s not summer – that’s a certainty. There’s a cold wind again and we had a very heavy shower of rain. I’m feeling cold – so I have two jumpers. Life is hard for insects. They don’t like wind and rain. I was sad yesterday – I saw a bumble-bee looking for a flower – any flower – on the side of the road. Unfortunately, it didn’t find a single flower – all the plants, including all the flowers, were cut down by somebody. There was desolation by the road.