Dedh Cans hag Ügens
De Gwener, degves warn ügens mis Ebrel Friday, 30th April Ma gour dhe'n hos malart. Otta hei et agan lowarth e'n mettin a-varr. Ma mir balshak lowr dhe'n cülyek hos! Martesen, mons ow whilas has po melwhes. Ma whath rew war an gwels ha'n brially e'n skeujow, saw teudhys ew e'n tòbmder an howl. Ma guckous meskys gen brially ogas dhe'n ke, reb an wedhen shirys vian. (Na wrüga vy besca cawas shiryen veth!) Ma tokyn warnedhy, "keresen blatt". Ha ello whei gweles an chôka? Ma bleujyow aval e'n kewedh - martesen e vedh bledhen vas rag avalow. (Na veu pur dha an vledhen dremenys.) The duck has a husband. Here she is in our garden early in the morning. The drake looks rather thread-bare! Perhaps, they are looking for seeds or slugs. There is still frost on the grass and primroses in the shadows, but it has thawed in the warmth of the sun. There are bluebells mixed with primroses near the hedge, by the little cherry tree. (I have never had a single ch...