Tommy

Flowering still after I re-potted it and bought it indoors.

Dear Blip pals thank you so very much for your warm generosity yesterday on my Blip Birthday. I appreciated all your kind comments a lot. You all serve me very well in keeping me going as we slide into the dark, cold of winter and another lockdown.
I was some what thrown as I thought the day was today !!. 

To continue with the John Clare poem November from a Shepherds Calendar. That I know some of you are following and enjoying.

The Owlet leaves her hiding place at noon
and flaps her grey wings in the doubting light
The hoarse Jay screams to see her out so soon
And small birds chirp and startle with affright
Much doth it scare the superstitious white
Who dreams of sorry luck and sore dismay
While cow boys the day a dream of night
 And oft grow fearful on their lonely way
Who fancy ghosts may wake and leave their graves by day.