Canopi grawnwin

Canopi grawnwin ~ Grape canopy

“When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. So poetry becomes a philosophy to guide a man throughout his life.”
—Andrei Tarkovsky

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Mae ein grawnwin yn barod i gael eu pigo. Maen nhw'n tyfu mewn canopi uwchben y decin ac maen nhw'n cuddio ymhlith y dail - nid hongian lle maen nhw'n hawdd gweld. Mae'n ymddangos bod llawer ohonyn nhw gyda ni eleni a byddwn ni'n pigo nhw dros yr ychydig ddyddiau nesaf. Yna byddwn ni'n eu troi yn sudd.

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Our grapes are ready to be picked. They are growing in a canopy above the decking and they are hiding amongst the leaves - not hanging where they are easily seen. We seem to have a lot of them this year and we'll be picking them over the next few days. Then we will turn them into juice.

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