November 18th, 2012

Paul Neyron rose 2

Sunday

It's been quiet so far.  I fell asleep around 2-something a.m., I think, and woke at noon.  That was longer than I wanted to sleep.

I walked around outside.  More quinces have fallen from the quince tree.  The leaves of it are changing color, and they're very pretty shades.  I looked at 'Duchesse de Brabant.'  It has three buds, including the central one that I've been posting about.  That one has the sepals completely down.  'Duchesse de Brabant' also has new leaves.  It's the furthest thing from being dormant, which would be great if we lived in a warm climate.  As we have frosts, it's not a good thing.

All of the leaves on the rugosa rose are yellow, in a changing with the seasons way.  At least that rose is going dormant.  I wish I knew what to do with the Tea roses.  Pruning them would just encourage growth.  'Duchesse de Brabant' got through last year's winter, which was mild.  Hopefully it will get through this one.  Last year the Tea roses went dormant for what I think was a total of two days, in January or February. 
Paul Neyron rose 2

stories I want now

I want a lot of stories, and I'm sure many have been written and I need to find them.  But I love the idea of a baby butch character at a small-town high school, and the way ze would have dreams of getting out of there.  I've read a book or two about baby butches.  Deliver Us from Evie by M.E. Kerr is one told by Evie's brother.  In Beebo Brinker by Ann Bannon, the book that gave the chronicle its title, Beebo is a baby butch when she comes to New York City.  I've read the series, and there were things that made Beebo an unsympathetic character in parts of the series.  However, she was under the pressure of the times.  Jess of Stone Butch Blues has a coming-of-age story in part of the book.  Terrible things happen to hir.

I'd want something relatively light for the subject matter, and in the character's viewpoint.  I don't want it to be political except in "the personal is political" sense.  It's making me wish I could write.