SEASONS
Tymhorau│Seasons
Gwanwyn│Spring
Many years ago, a little girl was brought up in the Welsh hills. Her memories are heady with long walks and birdsong, sweet meadow herbs and cool river water. What sounds and sights there were - cattle in the distance, a brief flash of jewelled colour from a passing dragonfly, the grasshoppers chirruping or the sheep moving fields in the spring.
Here were wandering hours and fantasies of mouse-houses and owl-holes. Brief encounters with sleek fish in the river Usk, and her grandmother feeding the garden birds from her palm, patiently waiting at the kitchen window with outstretched hand and a bag of peanuts. There were collections of hedgerow flowers to make a nosegay for Mothering Sunday and later in the year a basket of autumn treasures - snowberries, coloured leaves, a shed feather or the shell of a nibbled nut.
Haf│Summer
The little girl inevitably grew up, and the whole wide world gradually and imperceptibly became a busy merry-go-round with demands and necessities.
Hydref│Autumn
Her life, like the seasons moves forward, moves on and who could imagine what the future held, and where the turbulent current would wash her up.
Gaeaf│Winter
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