Saturday, August 11, 2018

Angels Are Everywhere, The Club Nobody Wants to Join, Gratitude

Angels Are everywhere.

Sometimes I feel I am all alone as life sends me challenges to overcome and hardships to bear. But then, when I least expect it, something wonderful happens. It may be a kind word from a stranger or a phone call at just the right moment, and next thing I know I am suddenly surrounded with the loving grace of a god, proving miracles can and do happen every day because angels are everywhere.

Recently, I stopped at the post office to pick up my mail. I had been going through a difficult time, feeling sad, wishing for a friend, missing Ed, and feeling very much alone.  Imagine my surprise when the postal worker handed me a large box addressed to me. Imagine my surprise when I got home and opened it to find, wrapped lovingly in tissue paper a gift of love from a widow I have never met and a beautiful hand written note thanking me for being her friend.

I am humbled. I am honored. I am grateful.

To Kimberly Ross Hermonat, sincerest thanks. I love everything you so lovingly picked out for me and my fur babies. I will treasure them always, as I do you.

Thank you for being my friend.

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna


Widow Tip:

Sometimes thank you just isn't enough.




Friday, August 10, 2018

There's Something I Want to Tell You, Happy Birthday

Oh, how I miss that man.

The following is something I found on the internet, and I think I'll leave it here.


I talk about Him, because
I am proud.

I talk about Him, because
He deserves to be remembered.

I talk about Him, because
Even though He's not physically with me, He's never far from my mind.

I talk about Him, because
He's a part that I could never ignore or disown.

I talk about Him, because
I love Him. Still. And I always will. Forever. Nothing will ever change that.

Oh, how I miss that man.

Happy birthday, Ed.


Monday, August 06, 2018

Celebrate, I Remember, Happy Monday

"Pay attention," Ed said. "You'll learn something."

Happy Monday!

There is sunshine out my window this bright morning. I sit, and sipping my morning cup of coffee, I type hello reader, the whole time remembering a beautiful life of days gone by while honoring the memory of a wonderful man.

August 23rd is Ed's birthday and for the month of August, I celebrate.  Oh, how I miss that man! 

I remember...

Ed liked to garden, and he was good at it, too. Most everything I know about gardening, I learned from Ed. When we lived in a private house in Rye Brook, Ed dug a garden in the back yard. When he was finished, he filled half wooden barrels with soil, and neatly arranged geranium, marigolds, kale, variegated ivy, and more in them. I watched. "Pay attention," Ed said. "You'll learn something." I watched. I learned.

 In Hartsdale, Ed joined a community garden. Here, he planted rows of cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, peppers, carrots, beans, and more. Ed did the digging and this time I did the sowing. I learned and loved every minute.

Ed would rise early, begin at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning and continue into the setting sun, returning next day, same hours. I tagged along.

I was helper, student, and hard worker. Gardening was serious business to Ed. And in a small time, me, too. 

Wherever there was a spot of soil around our townhouse Ed dug into it and together we planted something in it--Geranium, daisies, black-eyed Susan, marigolds, variegated ivy, and so much more. It seemed when Ed and I weren't digging, planting, weeding or watering the plants, we were in the car driving to Westchester, Putnam, Connecticut, and Massachusetts to visit garden centers and roadside stands for ideas and new plantings. Ed's sense of adventure was enormous and thankfully, it rubbed off on me. I love gardening more each new day.

And when it came time for the harvest... Oh, my, so many tomatoes, heads of lettuce, cabbage, and more. But that's a story for another time.

Happy Birthday, Ed.

See you in print,

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



Gardening Tip:

Did you know that you can force-grow a tulip bulb? Yes, you can. Just stick it in the freezer for 24-72 hours. Then plant it. Bulbs think they just experienced winter and soon as the sun shines on the dirt you planted it in, it will grow. Try it.

Favorite Quote:

I write to make sense of my life.--John Cheever