Bíonn solas beag an láe fós ann. Tá leath tar eis seacht anois. Ach, féacaim na crannaí rua agus duilleogaí glan lasmuigh den fhuinneog.
Bím ag síochána anseo. Níl ábalta choisint an torann ar an bóthar mór ag trasna na sruthín. I rith an lae, roimh an breacadh na lae agus riamh an luí na gréine, chuala mé an cuid mhaith na tráchta idir An Gleann na Albanach agus Sliabh na Hermon in aice láimhe.
Thúg ár chara Broderick go Tuirlingthe de Chaonach cliabh seo na sútha talún inné. Tháinig sé go ár comharsanachta go dtí anseo a cur cuairt anocht. Bhuail sé ár chairde Críos agus Bob fréisin; ith muid dinnéar breac blásta a cóicaireacht le Léna a chéile.
Tá siadsa i gcónaí ina Sliabh na Hermon mar chomharsana go cábáin seo i gcéanna. Go nádúrtha, ba mhaith liom a bogadh anseo, go cábáin seo féin. Ar ndóigh, tá sé an-daor a ceannaigh teach anseo. Mar sin féin, tá brionglóid agam, agus is breá liom sútha talún ó Contae Naomh Crios i dtólamh.
Trout dinner with strawberries.
A little sun is still there. It is 7:30 now. But, I see the redwoods and green leaves outside the window.
I am at peace here. I am not able to hear much of the noise on the main road across the little stream. During the day, before the break of day and after the setting of the sun, I hear the traffic between Scotts Valley and Mount Hermon nearby.
Our friend Broderick brought from Moss Landing this basket of strawberries yesterday. He came from our neighborhood to here to visit last night. He met our friends Chris and Bob also; we ate a fine trout dinner cooked by Layne together.
They are living in Mount Hermon as neighbors to this very same cabin. Naturally, I would like to move here, to this very cabin. Of course, it's very expensive to buy a house here. Nevertheless, I have a dream, and I love strawberries from Santa Cruz County, always. (Grianghráf/Photo le Broderick Miller)
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