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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Westchester Wednesday, My BabE and ME, It's a Beautiful Day at the Kensico Dam

Rise before dawn. Find a vantage point with a wide vista.
Wait for the first warming rays. Feel their strength, their vitality.
Observe the world as it wakes around you. Feel the renewal. --Patrick Lindsay




I'm one of those hardy writers who finds inspiration in blue sky. And, happy faces in sunshine.

Here are a few photographs of one sunny Westchester Wednesday framed in sky of blue at the Kensico Dam in Valhalla, New York. I hope you enjoy viewing them as much as I enjoyed snapping them:





Today, temperatures soar to a record high. It is a February day in 2017. The air is spring-like. Who knew? I can't make up my mind what it is I like more--Fresh air tickling my nose, smiling faces smiling back at me, or people-watching the parade of people simply out for a walk along the avenue at the Kensico Dam, Valhalla, New York.



There are bikers ...

There are walkers ...

There are solo individuals ...


There are roller bladers ...


And moms and dads pushing baby carriages ... With big sister tagging along.


There are dog walkers ...


And there is EvEn that mighty musE of minE, thE E.


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me;
your book is yet to be.



Writing Tip: Whatever your passion, do it from your heart.

Writing Quote: One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. --William Shakespeare

Monday, February 20, 2017

Presidents' Day, Quotations, Words of Inspiration

Mount Rushmore


In honor of Presidents' Day, the American holiday celebrated here in the states the third Monday of February every year since 1971, today I share quotations from former presidents. I hope they inspire you to dream, learn more, perhaps pick up your pen, set a clock timer for fifteen minutes and write something:



My dream is of a place and a time where America will once againbe seen as the last best hope of earth. --Abraham Lincoln

The planter, the farmer, the mechanic, and the laborer ... form the great body of the people of the United States, they are bone and sinew of the country men who love liberty and desire nothing but equal rights and equal laws. --Andrew Jackson

Tell the truth, work hard, and come to dinner on time. --Gerald R. Ford

Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom. --Thomas Jefferson

Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names. --John F. Kennedy


The ballot box is the surest arbiter of disputes among free men. --James Buchanan

Sometimes I wake at night in the White House and rub my eyes and wonder if it is not all a dream. --Grover Cleveland

If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, you are a leader. --John Quincy Adams

Wealth can only be accumulated by the earnings of industry and the savings of frugality. --John Tyler

I have always done my duty. I am ready to die. My only regret is for the friends I leave behind me. --Zachary Taylor

All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work. --Calvin Coolidge


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me;
your book is yet to be.

The E, My Mighty Muse













Author's Note: Resource for the spelling of Presidents' Day: History.com


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Westchester Wednesday, Road Trip, My Special Snowplace




Last week I went to StopN'Shop to see all the people buy up bread, milk, eggs and toilet paper because weatherman said the S word--Snow. I thought about writing a BookOrBust blog post about the event, complete with photographs. But after awhile, I became hugely bored watching Shoppers A, B, C and D argue with Shoppers E, F, G and H about who was next in line and fighting feelings of claustrophobia as the crowd of people-pushing carriages grew thick, thicker, thickest. It was then I decided if snow was coming, I rather be someplace else--Someplace where snow falling to the ground was a signal of celebration, not a trigger of sadness, stress and worry. Before I knew it, I had a booked a hotel room at a distant destination, my belongings , along with skis, boots and poles were stowed in Big Blue, Big Blue is my car, and with E, my mighty muse, pouched neatly at my side, headed north. Road Trip!


Crossing the Tappan Zee Bridge

Big Blue was gassed, GPS was set, and before I knew it, E and me were on our way.


Peace on Earth is a stretch of empty highway. Who knew?

There was zero traffic on the road. I figure everybody was at the stores buying up all the bread, milk, eggs and toilet paper.


Serenity now.

The Adirondack Northway was empty. I was the only car on the road. I gripped the steering wheel and delighted in the peace and quiet. I sang out loud to myself and E, I didn't know the words to songs, I sang out of tune, but it didn't matter because there was nobody to complain. I began to count my blessings--The company of a devoted sleepy dog at my side; a reliable machine--Big Blue--to take me to a pleasant place; good health, and so much more. My happy list grew with each roll of the wheel.


My Home Away From Home

It was five hours later when I arrived my hotel. Room 136 key in hand, it was time to unload Big Blue and settle in for a long winter's extended weekend of writing fun, leisure, and relaxation.


Carpe' Diem!

Morning arrived. And the sound of sun breaking clouds was my welcome alarm clock. Before I knew it, I was up, showered, dressed and headed out the door, my mighty muse tucked at my back.


The View

It was a white view from my mountain view. In the distance I could see the back of Whiteface and Mt. Marcy. Before me was Lake Placid, a snow-covered lake. It lay silent in a blanket of white while a team of dogs pulled a sled.


After a time, I headed out. There was snow. Everywhere. The world was clean and white. The sky was clear and bright. Nobody seemed one bit concerned. Life was pure and simple.

 I stopped for a cup of coffee.
No complaints here.


I took time to read about, what else? Snow!
No complaints here.


Main Street was quiet.
No complaints here.


There were a school of painted wooden bears set outside a store front. The tempereature was six degrees. The bears didn't seem to mind at all.

It was time to head to the mountain for skiing, ski watching, and apres skiing.




The lifts were just getting started when we arrived. Skiers were lining up for a lift to the top of the mountain. At the base of the mountain, skiers lined up to board the gondola. And the air was filled with sounds of happy voices.



Natural High

Who says snow isn't a tonic?




For those skiers wary of the great white outdoors, there is always the Mahogany run...*the bar* ... And the great white views from mountain-sized windows.







That night more snow fell...

... And fell
... And fell
... And fell
 ... And fell
 ... And fell
 ... And fell
... And fell.

And guess what? I didn't hear one complaint. I didn't see anyone race to a grocery store for bread, milk, eggs, or toilet paper. 


When morning arrived, when it was time for me to pack up and head back to that place I call home, I hated to leave. But I did. Then I wrote myself a reminder to stop along the way to pick up bread, milk, eggs and toilet paper. 


Homeward Bound

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
"Come journal with me;
your book is yet to be."