Ffarwel, hen gyfaill

Ffarwel, hen gyfaill ~ Goodbye, old friend

“Everything you've learned in school as `obvious' becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe. There's not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.”
― R. Buckminster Fuller

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Heddiw dwedais i ffarwel i'r hen goeden. Rydw i wedi mwynhau ei blodau, ffrwythau, a'i siâp hefyd - mae'r ffordd yr oedd yn diffinio lle gyda'i changen trosafael. Mae wedi dod i ben nawr. Mae'n eithaf marw ac o dan y rhisgl roedd y pren yn pydru a chartref i wrachod lludw.  Rydw i wedi torri cymaint â phosib â llaw, am weddill y gwaith bydda i angen llif trydan - efallai yfory.

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Today I said goodbye to the old tree. I've enjoyed its flowers, fruit, and its shape too - the way it defined a place with its overhanging branch. It's over now. It is quite dead and under the bark the wood was rotting and home to ash witches*. I've cut as much as possible by hand, for the rest of the work I'll need an electric saw - maybe tomorrow.

*woodlice

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Disgrifiad (Cymraeg): Gweddillion yr hen goeden
Description (English): The remains of the old tree