Tocio'r to

Tocio'r to ~ Pruning the roof

“Above all, life for a photographer cannot be a matter of indifference”
—Robert Frank

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Meddwl am y gollyngiadau yn y to, roeddwn i'n meddwl y gallai'r broblem fod y dail ar y to oedd y broblem. Roedd llwyni ein cymydog yn tyfu dros do'r garej ac roedd ei dail wedi'i cwympo yn troi'r at slwtsh. Felly treuliais i awr hapus ar y to yn tocio'r llwyni, casglu'r slwtsh, ac yn brwsio'r to tan roedd e'n lân. Doedd e ddim yn gwneud gwahaniaeth - mae'r glaw dal yn dod i mewn i'r ystafell. Ond mae to glân gyda ni.

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Thinking about the leaks in the roof, I thought the problem might be the leaves on the roof. Our neighbour's bushes were growing over the roof of the garage and his fallen leaves were turning to sludge. So I spent a happy hour on the roof trimming the bushes, collecting the sludge, and brushing the roof until it was clean. It didn't make a difference - the rain keeps coming into the room. But we have a clean roof.

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