Not a Christmas tree!

Though the background looks a lot like one.

The bits of dew adorning the hairs on the thistle looked so pretty, baublish (it's always good to make up a word to start Saturday evening with a swing!) and blipsome.
Though now I wish I'd concentrated on finding a more exciting image whilst there was some natural light earlier.

We went to an excellent concert last night; Cara Dillon and her lovely husband Sam (with a support good enough to tempt us to buy his CD too).

I'm a virtuous (and self-righteous) bunny having cleaned the car, inside and out.

Tomorrrow we have a wonderful lady coming to sit with the dog whilst we go (what my Mother would call) 'flying our kite'. Our 'kite-fly' is a lunch with a group of dear friends (of Himself), not seen for too many years, and a theatre trip.
Wonder whether any of them have heard of blip? Wonder whether I shall be able to resist introducing them??