Looking up

You know it’s Spring when you start to notice city life above pavement level. Something in the warming air and brightening sky stimulates the muscles at the top of your back and you find your neck unbending and elongating, your eyes widening. It’s at times like this that you see that your local pub has got a statue of a cow on its roof, that the park gate has a union jack flag hanging from a huge flag pole. A strange, circular window in a high up attic. The building on your road that has a tree-level garden, providing incongruously tropical vegetation for the pigeons to fly over.

It’s a moot point (or a ‘moo point – go ask the cows’ as Joey would say) whether this recognition is cyclical (the memory of higher things returning each year with the sherbet coloured crocuses in the park), or whether each of these surprising images truly reveal themselves only once to your blinking, light starved eyes, adding another unique and amazing snapshot to the picture book of wonder in your mind. If the latter is true, I just can’t wait for what will appear next year.

(Thanks to WolfieWolf on Flikr for the photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/herry/3341095928/sizes/l/)