Twenty years ago, our poolside was newly planted with a perennial bed (you can see a couple of purple irises in the background of the pic below), its wooden fence also relatively new, and my abs somewhat still intact. It seems a good place to end this summer’s posts, as we have just celebrated the 2005 project release of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale. It also puts me in a nostalgic frame of mind, so let’s revisit some other summers now behind us…
- The Summer of 2015: We begin this look back a full decade ago, when summer felt like a dream swaying in the breeze…
- The Summer of 2016: Wherein Speedos and Olympians began a lovely summer tradition.
- The Summer of 2017: My summer vacation from blogging meant this was the only documentation of what went down.
- The Summer of 2018: It feels so long ago – all the kids were younger, all the adults as well, and summer maintained her mystique.
- The Summer of 2019: In some ways this was the last summer of carefree innocence, the summer before a pandemic hit and the world changed, the summer that needed and deserved its four parts.
- The Summer of 2020: It was the worst of times, and it was the worster of times.
- The Summer of 2021: It was supposedly the summer that wasn’t, so I’m not sure how we squeaked out a second part to the proceedings.
- The Summer of 2022: It was so bodaciously happy it needed this Part Two.
- The Summer of 2023: One of our saddest summers as we said goodbye to Dad.
- The Summer of 2024: Our Coquette summer was a pink and lace melancholic smash.
- The Summer of 2025: An Island summer found us relatively isolated, so perhaps the theme was a success after all.
