day Hundred and Ninety-one

An Cansves Dedh Üdnek ha Pajer Ügens

De Merher ew, an üdnegves dedh a vis Gorefan.

It’s Wednesday, the eleventh day of July.

Nag o hei re dòbm hedhyw, etho me alja gonis e’n lowarth. Nag ew an gwels na glas na hir – re segh ew an gewer. Bettegens, thew oll an losow an gwel keffres glas ha hir. Hûjes ew an reden, dreynek ew an dreys ha ma’n linas o qwana. Me a gavas rosen rüdh teg ha bagas bian a Rosmarinus (gelwys “niwl an mor”) emesk an planjow broas. Ma sawer wheg dh’aga dew.  

It wasn’t too hot today, so I could work in the garden. The grass is neither green nor long – the weather is too dry. However, all the weeds are both green and long. The bracken is huge, the brambles are prickly and the nettles sting. I found a beautiful red rose and a small bush of rosemary (called “mist of the sea”) among the big plants. They both have a lovely smell.