25 November 2025 – In my bit of the Northern Hemisphere, November means lots of rain…

and seasonal criteria for “awesome.”

This year-round sign on the allotment fence in Tea Swamp Park invites us to adapt our eye, and enjoy what’s currently on offer. Rusty old leaves, for example, still clothing this shrub…

and shameless bare-naked deciduous trees…

dancing around in their bones.

Walking back north on Main, I pass a trio of parks-in-the-making.

A “permanent plaza” under construction, here at Main & 12th (yes folks, your tax dollars at work)…

with gravel being industriously moved from Here to There.

Farther north, the site at Broadway & Main that had lain razed and desolate behind mesh fencing ever since a triple-alarm fire gutted its buildings…

is now fence-free and adorned with bright, shiny-wet picnic tables.

Plus a smidge of new landscaping, along the southern edge.

I’m still thinking about that slightly surreal tableau when — crossing 7th & Main — I see something even more surreal:

No, not the mural, not Slim’s BBQ — the snowplow! What? A bright yellow snowplow fitted to the front of the truck behind that white car. Ready to take on the snow. In the rain.

One more future-park. With more tax-dollar signage.

Like the one down the street, it’s early stage, mostly gravel and hints of Things To Come, narrowly visible through fence post gaps.

I take advantage of the building opposite, for the roof-top perspective.

The rain, here in Rain City, blurs the view but the view still rewards the trip.

And that is quite enough rain! I retreat.