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,
11th 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.
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