So this happened over the course of a week, at the most. I swear sometimes you can almost hear the leaves growing it happens so fast, this furious foliage of Fairbanks. One nice thing is they are buffering the attendant rise in background noise as the society stirs back into some semblance of normalcy. The time I spend early each morning alone on the porch with the binoculars has been a precious balm of ambient peace + quiet, before the inexorable din of "healthy" capitalism returns, the cancer of consumerism returns to spread like rot, the frog-in-a-pot-of-boiling-water syndrome eclipses everything again and we will forget what we've lost.
It also brings along the attendant allergies, which we broke world records on recently. Here's a scan of the original doodle, hastily scribbled on the back of a receipt slip.