As with most of us I’m sheltering in place. I’m in my townhouse at Medford Leas where great efforts are underway to protect residents and staff against the virus. All of the public meeting rooms have been closed except the library and the lounge with its comforting furnishings and fireplace. Even these rooms, however, are limited to four persons at a time. I envision the lounge with a resident in each corner trying to communicate across the room. .

Sheltering here has, at least, the benefit of my sun room which looks south over the adjacent woods.  This past week’s “pink” moon loomed large over the woods but its proximity didn’t make me nervous (reason later).  Click on the image to see a full-sized version.


The workout room and the pool and the auditorium are all closed. The assisted living wing and the Woolman sub-acute nursing floor are quarantined.  Access to the campus is now restricted to the Route 70 entrance, and access to the main building is limited to three entrances each of which is monitored by someone who measures our temperature and inquires as to where we’ve been recently and are we feeling any symptoms.
The two dining rooms and the coffee shop are closed; meals and incidental groceries can be ordered for delivery to our apartments. The medical center is open but controlled as to visitor’s proximity to each other, and the pharmacy is delivering meds to one’s apartment.
My weekly cleaning person arrives on schedule but masked. At least she doesn’t greet me with, “Trick or treat.” I am a little lonely but secure (and cleaned). I am free to wander outside the main building or off campus, and Barbara and I have done some of that (safely) which a future post will report.
Inside my apartment I have plenty of projects underway. They range from post-processing some older images to accruing images for a couple of specialty blog pages to such esoterica as completing the restoration of a 1927 Atwater Kent radio (born five years before me) which after a lot of trouble shooting and parts replacement came back to life this week. A future post? Sure. Meanwhile, its restoration has been a great exercise for an old radio geek’s neurons and satisfying as to results.  It’s just too bad that there’s not much pleasant radio on the AM band which is all they had back in those days.

When not playing with radios in the basement (two in restoration) I can still enjoy the beauty of my sun room which is really what prompted this post.

This image is of a hybrid of Streptocarpus Saxorum which hangs in the room.  The blooms are about twice the size of a non-hybrid version.


Next is a hybridized African Violet.  I spotted it on a trip to Terrain last fall (remember trips to destinations?).  It was obviously unique and also in a larger pot than usual and also pricey at $20 (which is Terrainian).  I’ve never spent that much money for an African Violet in my long life but I succumbed and I’m glad I did.  Every time I look at it I think, “You’re a lot prettier than a twenty dollar bill.”


Finally for today, another African Violet, kind of run-of-the-mill compared to the above, but pretty and forming a delightful nosegay.


So, hanging in and I hope you are as well.

Oh, yeah…that pink moon.  Sorry, it’s fake news; I made it in my little Photoshop.  The moon is a well done lighted plastic sphere that normally sits on a garden table in the sun room and provides a candle-like ambience for dinner.  Its surface is a sculpted copy of the moon’s surface.  For example the well-known Tycho crater can be seen at about five o’clock on the above image.  You can see how it was done by clicking here:  How was it done?    and scrolling down.