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Just before visiting with my old dudes at the Commons, I parked my car and looked over to Drake Park and noticed that my favorite bench was being covered in rain. From where I was parked this was the view.
The short walk brought this view.

Up a bit closer and it’s too wet for sitting, even for a little while.

So I go up to the Commons, sit inside and drink coffee with my old artist friends.

The piles of winter snow are gone now, but the spring rains have come, and it’s time to go and plant my garden.