Saturday, May 23, 2009


Early last evening I walked in the depth of my valley. The setting sun had dropped beyond my line of visibility, but most of the sky above me was cloudless and blue.

I watched a jet, with its con-trail, punching its way dramatically up from the west in such a steep climb it looked to be heading directly for space.

If the sunset itself was hiding behind a high, leafy treeline, it had infused the jet's con-trail with every bit of its gleaming pink neon.

Racing upward through the blue, the jet appeared to be dragging a "baby-pink" banner along!

Beautiful. Unusual. Somehow a bit sissy-ish? Would a macho top-gun pilot approve of this pink-and-blue color scheme?

Whether or not....

R.A.T. (Rose About Town) was glad to be there for the moment.

Thursday, May 21, 2009


A Connecticut friend who follows this blog sent this photo of her husband and grandson(Christopher) reading the morning paper. Fans of newspapers are countless and come in all sizes and ages.
R.A.T. loves this photo enough to share it with you.


I'm an old newspaper woman who will mourn the loss if newspapers ever really do die. That's why I treasure this photograph I took of a granddaughter, Katie, circa 1996. She loved to swath herself in newspapers whenever she visited Grandmother's house.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town), Katie's "old news hen" grandmother

"Miles to go before I sleep... "

One of my still-favorite memorized bits of poetry from my childhood is from Robert Frost and his "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening":

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

Please don't think I have backed away from this blog; I may enjoy my blogging more than you enjoy reading it.
But, like Robert Frost, these days I've simply had too many miles to go and too many things to do before I sleep (or write).
Among the promises I'll keep is this one to you: I'll be back as a regular soon.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) Busy!

Sunday, May 17, 2009


I happened to catch First Lady Michelle Obama's speech yesterday, and I have to say she's a better speaker than the president. I enjoyed listening. Nothing her husband can do at Notre Dame could be better, if as good, and she was more "real."
Now, if you don't agree, okay. But please don't carp simply because I said something complimentary about someone you don't like. Uncivility is counter-productive.