The third Red Sox player in a row to be crowned Dazzler of the Day, this is J.D. Martinez, in honor of our upcoming return to Fenway Park. Martinez is a designated hitter (I’ve never even been a designated driver) and three-time winner of the Silver Slugger Award. He’s currently in the midst of a five-year $110 million contract with the Red Sox.
Skip has decreed that today marks the unofficial opening of the summer season, as we kick things off with a return to our BroSox Adventure tradition, making the quick trek to Boston to see a game at Fenway tomorrow. He always said that our June games were his signal that summer had arrived, and so we follow his lead and mark this as the start to our summer season at ALANILAGAN.com – we deserve an extra-long summer this year after all that 2020 dealt us. In the past I would wait until the scientific start of the summer solstice, and post our opening summer entry accordingly – that gets upended this year as it’s a new era and a new world. We shall make our own rules, and if that means starting summer now, let us then have the damn thing now, and make it as long and luxurious as we can possibly muster!
As is customary, every summer season must come with a song, and rather than wait until the end of the season to christen it, let’s put it out there now as it’s a classic, and it sets the perfect tone: nostalgic and sweet.
Our honorary ‘Aunt’ Elaine visited us with my parents the other day – on an extremely hot and sunny day that felt more like summer than summer itself, and I was reminded that when she mentions us to Suzie she simply calls us ‘the boys’ – a term of affection that tickles my 45-year-old self, and allows me to hold onto the notion of boyhood just a little bit longer. We had several nice pool-side chats, and I’m glad she’s back up north for the summer. Yet another gift of the season.
Our summer scene revolves mostly around the pool and the gardens and the patio – little pockets of atmosphere and oasis that we have created, blending and blurring the outdoors and indoors with a canopy dome and drapes. This year we have also inserted this Scandi attic loft space into one of the summer places to be. It looks down onto a lattice of climbing hydrangea, which reaches up to offer its sweetly-perfumed blooms somewhere between the ground and the loft.
Mostly, though, our focus will be on the water – the closest we can get to the sea – and a happy-enough approximation of what it’s like to float in heavenly suspension, lulled by little waves, sprinkled by the sparkle of a bright sun.
We have thus far gotten off to a jerky start, with stretches of cool and rainy days slowing and stunting the usual trajectory of fast-growth and quick-filling-in of foliage. Our potted fig trees are only just putting out their first leaves now, and the hanging sweet potato vines have just started to peep over the edge of their containers – they’d typically have already leapt by now. Still, nature will correct herself, and with a few hot days she will put us back on track and have everything completely caught up.
For now, I’m enjoying the stilted climb – cooler day and nights make for longer flower displays, and the flowers that are appearing now – such as this peony – are some of my favorites.
Lavender is also in bud, and these tiny spikes of purple pungency remind us that our friend Josie will be visiting in a little over a month. Lavender is one of her favorites, and indicative of the peace and happiness our friendship has brought to each of us over the years. We haven’t seen her since well before COVID hit, which means almost two years, so this summer will mark a long-overdue and much-needed reunion. Another gift. Another item for which we show gratitude.
This petunia is filled with the kind of pizzazz that personifies the most electric of summer days. Its smiling face and happy vibrance makes me think of my niece and nephew, jumping into the pool and bursting into every scene with their youthful exuberance and joy, the kind of giddiness that can only come when you’re a kid just out of school with the whole summer laid out before you. Summer sprawls, summer unfurls, summer releases its intoxicating magic…
There are more summer songs to come. Aside from fragrance, a song is the best way to conjure a memory, and we will make a few more this season.
Tiny blooms of white have begun to show themselves on the little stalks of lemon thyme that spill onto the pool deck. The hotter the concrete gets, the more they seem to love it. Summer stalwarts, undiminished by her heat and intensity, they are ever-ready to offer a bit of olfactory release in the form of lemony brilliance with a few crushed leaves. Thus our summer season at ALANILAGAN.com begins – quietly, gently, with just the slightest zip of zest. We tentatively embrace the sun… and the water… and it begins again…
It says a lot of wonderful, amazing things that this is the current FaceBook profile pic for the official Boston Red Sox account. It seemed like such a matter-of-fact thing, and for a moment I wondered what my younger life would have been like had something like this existed when I was just growing up and learning who I was. When you don’t see yourself anywhere, part of you doesn’t truly believe that you’re even there.
Seeing it now – the colors of LGBTQIA+ Pride intertwined with the Red Sox logo – I feel a thrill of how far we have come. Our BroSox Adventure, starting tomorrow, coincides with Pride week in Boston.
“As a gay man, I think the role of culture is central to how you change politics – culture is politics.” ~ Jose Antonio Vargas
Joining Xander Bogaerts in a Red Sox run of sparkle, Rafael Devers hits his way to his first Dazzler of the Day crowning. Signed by the Red Sox as a 16-year-old (no idea how that works) Devers was considered to be the best left-handed hitter in the world. No comment on what wondrous things I was getting up to at the age of 16, but it wasn’t a $1.5 million deal. Congrats to Devers on that, and this latest honor.
When you have made a space feel light and airy and somewhat minimalist, the simple addition of a plain vase and a large branch of foliage can make an incredible difference. It’s also a design trick used in almost any catalog you get in the mail these days: the single dramatic branch in a vase, backed by the most naturally beautiful lighting you could imagine, and just enough visual crack to make you buy everything on the page. In the end, all you are looking for is that single stupid branch, so save yourself the time and trouble of trying to recreate every exact element of a show-room and focus on what you can do to the living space you already have.
In the case of our attic loft room, the white walls and clear space left some prime spots for a bit of outdoor natural wonder. A spray of coral bark Japanese maple foliage and a dramatic blooming branch of the Wolf’s Eye Chinese dogwood liven up their respective corners.
For another corner, I chopped off a trio of oak branches, which was a bit of an experiment as I wasn’t sure they would take well to water. It’s going on day three without showing signs of wilt, so it may be a new happy design element. For all of these ‘bouquets’, I made a long angled cut, then crushed the end of the branch to allow for maximum intake of water. Cut first thing in the morning, they were placed in this cool room with some soft light, and left to put on their show.
There are so many possibilities with what many of us have right in our own backyards that it’s worth an experiment, especially when you want to bring in a bit of the outdoors into a space with a small (or no) window that would otherwise not support houseplants.
If they take well to the water treatment, most of these will last far longer than a typical bouquet of flowers, while looking just as elegant. In simplicity there is beauty and peace.
Gearing up for our BroSox Adventure this weekend, this post marks the debut of Xander Bogaerts as Dazzler of the Day, as my pal Skip recommends him as our first pick of the season for such an honor. Bogaerts goes by a few nicknames – ‘X-man’ or ‘Bogie’ (‘Bogey’) – and has been honored with the Silver Slugger Award several times.
In so many ways, Suzie enjoyed the childhood that I would have liked to enjoy: she had all the Barbie dolls, the Barbie dream house, a four-poster bed with a pink gingham canopy, and a mother who dressed her in hats for all the special occasions. Sometimes, and in the best possible fashion, she got a bonnet for an Olan Mills glamour shot. As this marks Suzie’s birthday, it seems a good time to debut these long-lost photos.
The second one shows off our summer terry-cloth looks, something I am hell-bent on bringing back. I even have that tummy again, and last time we spoke Suzie was toying with the idea of going back to bangs. Everything old is new again, so happy birthday old friend.
This purple clematis is one of those plants I forgot I even planted, until it climbed up and out of the foliage and branches of a climbing hydrangea and sported this big beautiful bloom. To be honest, I’m not even sure where it is located in the ground exactly – I only become aware of it at this time of the year when it blooms, and despite such neglect it still throws out such beauty sporadically throughout the summer. It’s due a little extra care now, and I’ll try to trace its stems and deliver some pampering to its roots.
It’s amazing what a little fringe and a Lady Gaga cover can do for a person: witness the miraculous alchemy of Orville Peck’s cover of ‘Born This Way’ just in the nick of time for Pride Month. Peck earns their first Dazzler of the Day with their unique brand of country sparkle and creamy-smooth country vocal prowess.
The flowering maple is not very much like the typical maple tree, starting with its vine-like form and climaxing with this vibrant floral exhibition. The last time I tried one of these, I potted it up and put it on our back patio, but it didn’t do much at first. Not one bloom could be coaxed out of it, but soon it started a long journey upwards, growing about seven feet by the end of the season, without ties or guides: it simply leaned against a pole and did its thing.
Before the first frost arrived, I handed it off to my brother, and his fiancee took a photo of it a few later when it finally deigned to bloom in their sunny living room.
This year I found a specimen already in bloom, and with a number of buds in the works. It’s less red and more orange than the original one I had, and this tinge of salmon is a lovely addition to our backyard. I can’t wait to see how high this one will go and whether it continues such a lovely parade.
His celebratory ‘Boys Who Like Boys’ song just got a fun fan treatment as seen below, and just in time for Pride month. Even better, Eli Lieb has a formidable career as an openly-gay artist, trailblazing the way for many burgeoning acts in his wake. He’s been a Hunk of the Day here previously, and now he gets to add Dazzler of the Day to his already-sparkling curriculum vitae.
June entered the picture and everything was as if we never said goodbye. One of the happiest months of the year (hello soon-to-be-summer, and perhaps sooner than we usually celebrate here) June has always marked the dramatic start to the season of sun. May proved tricker than usual, with a dip in temps and a steady stream of rain, but June turned things back up with a couple of hot and steamy days. This weekend was spent mostly in and around the pool, so let’s get this recap done and then back in the water…
The month of Pride is upon us.
Scandi attic loft: the summer place to be.
White peonies in a white room.
The marvelous words of Bayard Rustin.
Dazzlers of the Day included Ellen DeGeneres, Tim Ferriss, James Falciano, Karine Jean-Pierre and Tom Daley.
“I believe in social dislocation and creative trouble.” ~ Bayard Rustin
“If we desire a society of peace, then we cannot achieve such a society through violence. If we desire a society without discrimination, then we must not discriminate against anyone in the process of building this society. If we desire a society that is democratic, then democracy must become a means as well as an end.” ~ Bayard Rustin
“Let us be enraged about injustice, but let us not be destroyed by it.” ~ Bayard Rustin
“When an individual is protesting society’s refusal to acknowledge his dignity as a human being, his very act of protest confers dignity on him.” ~ Bayard Rustin
“Every indifference to prejudice is suicide because, if I don’t fight all bigotry, bigotry itself will be strengthened and, sooner or later, it will return on me.” ~ Bayard Rustin
His Speedo-clad form has graced this blog numerous times in the past, and as the world gears up for the summer Olympics he’s back in the Speedo again, suited up and ready to dive into his first crowning as Dazzler of the Day. This is Tom Daley and he needs no other introduction thanks to posts like this and this and most especially this. He’s been on competitive fire lately, with his diving partner Matty Lee, and the world waits with breathless anticipation for what the pair will bring to the Olympic pool.
With Pride Month in full swing, and a large number of Pride events happenings as the vaccinated among us move more freely than we have in well over a year, I’m taking a moment to be both serious and silly about this special month. Hence these photos, taken so I could update my social media profiles with something more seasonally gay.
Next weekend is when some of the main Pride events are happening in Boston, including Pride Night at Fenway Park with the Red Sox. More often than not, Skip and I would find ourselves there for such an event, and it always thrilled me to see the rainbow flags flying at Fenway and on the Boston Public Library. While we mostly skirted the big parade (we did it properly once) it was good simply to be in town for such celebratory fun. Boston enjoys an electric-like excitement in June, whether from the residual glow of graduations, or the exuberant arrival of summer, or probably a bit of both – and it’s sort of a glorious finale right before the city seeps into its sleepy summer slumber (which I tend to appreciate even more).
On the serious side, all the rainbows and unicorns and fluffy party scenes mask the heartache of the history that we in the LGBTQ+ community have endured and survived – and it’s worth a moment to recognize and remember the many of us who didn’t make it this far. It’s also worth challenging ourselves in analyzing the privilege and distinctions among intersectional groups and individuals within our widely-varied community. We are making progress, but this is a long journey, and it’s largely in its infancy. Let’s keep going, and growing, and learning.
