dirtylibrarian

Irises from the garden, 2025. "NOID" means "no ID", that is to say, I don't know their names. The noids in this group are all three in the street island garden and were there when I inherited it; the one identified as 'Benton Deirdre' is tentative - I decided it is that based on a combination of appearance and the recent trendiness of the Benton irises. The unnamed Pacific Coast hybrid was a random seedling child of random seedlings. The name and date in brackets is the breeder and the date of the cultivar's registration or introduction to commerce.

My 60th year is drawing to a close. What do I want to do? Contrary to my usual “the exact number is not that important” outlook, I’ve found 60 is magical to me. So many things I’ve wanted to get rid of … well I’m 60 now why am I keeping that?
Last week I called the man who’s been the driving force behind creating a queer archive here in Vancouver. Off went a huge pile of written porn that I promised someone would end up in an archive. A bunch of magazines, porny and not. And the magnum mysterium (tis the season) a box full of slides from a porn site that lived and died in Vancouver ca 2000, chisel.com; pictures of people many of whom I’m sure are gone, plus the work of local photographers, but I lack the resources to flesh out (heh) those stories on my own. Perhaps some eager youngster will take to it!
We bought a persimmon tree, the non-astringent flat-fruited kind, in the spring and it’s been living in a gigantic pot since. We had about ten fruits from it, and I just ate the most perfect one. Truthfully, they are not much good until they’ve had a few frosts. It was not jelly-like and sweet, as I’ve come to expect from the ones in the store, but more peach like in consistency and almost like fresh dates in flavour, fresh and mildly sweet.