Oh sweet beautiful season of summer, you always depart too soon. You know that by not lingering we will love you more, miss you more, want you more. The promise that you will be back doesn’t mean much once winter comes, but we’ll hold it dear until the spring. You have always returned, and a season of her word is ever noble.
This was a happy summer – the very last one of my 30’s – and I’d like to think I made the most of it. Poolside gatherings with friends and family formed the happiest memories, and the gardens had a banner year to back it all up (the elephant ears are big enough to hear the whole world). I didn’t want it to end… we never want summer to end, so here’s a look back, for those fall mornings when things get dark and cold. Bookmark it for when you need an escape; I know I will.
TREES SWAYING IN THE SUMMER BREEZE
SHOWING OFF THEIR SILVER LEAVES
AS WE WALKED BY
SOFT KISSES ON A SUMMER’S DAY
LAUGHING ALL OUR CARES AWAY
JUST YOU AND I
SWEET SLEEPY WARMTH OF SUMMER NIGHTS
GAZING AT THE DISTANT LIGHTS
IN THE STARRY SKY
This summer, like most summers, or any other season for that matter, was about Madonna and hot men.
It was a time for an Hermes fragrance by way of Mssr. Li.
It was the summer we celebrated the Supreme Court’s ruling on marriage equality, no matter what that ugly-on-the-inside Kim Davis is trying (and failing) to do.
It was the summer of sweet peas and Queen Ann’s lace and a stalwart little petunia braving the sidewalks of downtown Albany.
THEY SAY THAT ALL GOOD THINGS MUST END SOME DAY
AUTUMN LEAVES MUST FALL
BUT DON’T YOU KNOW THAT IT HURTS ME SO
TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOU
WISH YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO
NO, NO, NO, NO
AND WHEN THE RAIN
BEATS AGAINST MY WINDOW PANE
I’LL THINK OF SUMMER DAYS AGAIN
AND DREAM OF YOU
It was the summer in which Justin Bieber showed off his naked booty, even though most of us wish it had been Pietro Boselli.
It was the summer I peered over the edge of 40, and examined it with a little fear, and a lot of hope.
I also paid homage to the naked chef, in my own naked way.
Other gentlemen removed their clothes as well, because summer is a time for heat.
Just ask the beautifully beefy Ben Cohen, or a Speedo-stuffed Steve Grand.
Moreover, check out the Hunk of the Day posts for Jon Kortajarena, Casey Lee Ross, Darius Ferdynand, Simon Dunn & Scotty Dynamo.
THEY SAY THAT ALL GOOD THINGS MUST END SOME DAY
AUTUMN LEAVES MUST FALL
BUT DON’T YOU KNOW THAT IT HURTS ME SO
TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOU
WISH YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO
NO, NO, NO, NO
It was the summer that my Final Tour began, and it was christened thusly.
It was the summer of survival, and not just where you bump and Grindr it.
It was the 15th summer I’ve spent with Andy…
And my first with Diana Vreeland.
It was – and it will be again – a summer of sunsets.
AND WHEN THE RAIN
BEATS AGAINST MY WINDOW PANE
I’LL THINK OF SUMMER DAYS AGAIN
AND DREAM OF YOU
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