The spring of 2026 marked my 50th spring on this earth, yet for all those years behind me, I still somehow felt like a giddy virgin on the cusp of piercing my rose-budded flower for much of this season. A shift in view-point perhaps, or a subtle new way of viewing things as if for the very first time – whatever the reason, this spring was a renewal, fueled in part by a fun mid-life crisis (my fourth if anyone’s counting, and I most certainly am because this will be the last if I have to end it myself). That made for some interesting inner-turmoil, largely left unsaid on this blog because the world gets enough of a kick out of seeing me in any sort of duress. As the final post for this spring, here’s a linky look back at some of the more memorable entries of this lilac-themed spring season.
It was a lilac season symphony fit for a queen.
Lilac beads formed a necklace or a choker, and danger was inherent in either visage of prettiness.
The FAFO aspect of this current administration is LOL clown-show level.
Pulling out is my preferred method of dealing with just about everything.
Melanie Martinez released one of the best albums this year.
Back in the 90’s I was totally fruity and juicy.
This Luke Evans bulge is totally obscene and I am seated for it.
Tired in lilac lace, because spring demands a lot.
The niece and nephew turned sweet sixteen and time just carried on.
Remembering an artist and a friend in Michael Breyette.
This lone crocus bloomed and reminded me that spring is about renewal and rebirth.
A sweaty underwear post, gratuitously leading into this naked ass pic, fulfilling the ‘back end’ reference of the blog post title, and earning the ‘Gratuitous Nudity’ category click.
Lilacs in the rain continued our Lilac Scare Spring.
The guys of ‘Heated Rivalry’ shucked off their clothes for this post.
Candy of a different kind. Try some, eat one…
Shirtless Sunday night lullaby.
Condiments! Condiments! Condiments!
Revisiting ‘The God in Flight’, as one should do every few years.
A spring star assumes floral form.
Heaven is love in the spring – past, present and future all at once.
The lusty month of May arrived with its sweet floral fanfare.
A sweetly-low-key wedding anniversary unfurled quietly in Boston.
Riding into the sun on this lilac rebound.
Almost losing this website domain name had me touching grass and loving it.
Our Mother’s Day weekend on Broadway.
Rainy days and Mondays and all that jazz.
It’s hard to live in the city.
The passion of a flamboyant flower that wants nothing more than a bang of cosmic love.
Memorializing a weekend in Maine brings back several lovely memories.
A gloriously gratuitous Ben Cohen post.
The Lilac Robe, because no season is complete without an accompanying robe.
A trio of trillium posts began here.
More trilliums were to be found here.
And a concluding rainy trillium post is here.
