Urban observance

Spring is my time and, out with Lola, there’s a lot of tandem sniffing and watching going on.

My memories of childhood, of growing up, fade in and out; stretches are opaque, nothing comes to mind, then, as a mountain peak might jut through morning cloud, memories appear. Here’s one: after school one day, building dams in the creek in the bush* behind our house with some local boys (I was the only girl in the neighbourhood). The moment that one o…