Monday, September 29, 2014

Ag baint fhómhair beag

Ar moch ar maidin inné, chuir báisteach sé. Bhí ach an h-am gearr ann. Mar sin féin, dith muid é anseo.

D'imigh mé amuigh a cur uisce ar gairdín níos déanaí. Thug mé faoi deara go raibh boladh milis ann. Caithfidh a bheith fhómhair, b'fhéidir, ag deireanach.

Bhol mé an bháisteach ar an duilleogaí. Tá muid tar eis a plandaí ag fás ar feadh an tsamraidh seo caite. Anois, is feidir liom a fheiceáil trátaí beag chomh cosúil leis na chin ar an grianghraf seo (ach ní sin!).

Ith mé eigin nuair a thit siad ar an talamh. Tá siad spíosra agus milis ann. Bíonn siad a casadh dearg.

Tá cairéid ar an méid de mear coise is beag agam. Tá oinnúin freisin, an-bheag fós. Mar sin féin, tá mé ag fanacht ar chor ar bith sútha talún ansin.

A little harvesting. 

Early morning yesterday, it rained. It was for a short time. Nevertheless, we needed it here.

I went outside to water the garden later. I noted a sweet smell there. It must be autumn, perhaps, at last.

I smelled the rain on the leaves. We have been growing plants during this past summer. Now, I can see tomatoes like those in this photograph (but not these!).

I ate some when they fell on the ground. They are spicy and sweet there. They are turning red.

There are carrots the size of my smallest toe. There are onions too, very small also. However, I am waiting for any strawberries at all there.

2 comments:

Vilges Suola said...

The smell of the rain on plants and stones is called 'petrichor'. I learned this last month, and long to smell it. I live in England, dammit, where everyone thinks it rains all the time (I wish, pluviophile that I am) but it hardly ever does in my area.

John L. Murphy / "Fionnchú" said...

VS, what a great word, even I live in a drought-plagued dusty expanse. It hardly rains here, either...! My mood improves when it does, however.