Day Hundred and Ninety-seven
Cansves
Dedh Seytek ha Pajer Ügens
De Meurth ew, an seythdegves dedh a vis Gorefan.
It’s Tuesday, the seventeenth
day of July.
Whel moy e’n lowarth arta! Me a gavas üdn bagas ros
moy, saw nag ew bagas broas ha nag eus flourys warnodho. Me a’n ajon der y dhelkyow.
Agan dor nag ew da ganjo. E’n gwettha pres, agan dor ew pur dha gans oll an
whenn. Ma dhen reden ha gwelsednow whegh tros-hes en ûhelder.
More work in the garden
again! I found one more rose bush, but it’s not a big bush and there aren’t any
flowers on it. I recognise it by its leaves. It doesn’t like our ground.
Unfortunately, all the weeds like our ground very much. We have bracken and
grasses six feet high.
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