What a difference a week makes

Last week at this time, as you can see in the photo on my previous post, there was just a tiny hint of green on the trees. Now, there's leaves. Spring is short and sharp here in the Yukon. Ditto the fall. It is one thing I do miss about living here - the long slow slide from summer through autumn into winter. Here it's more like a slap in the face. Spring is so abrupt in the Yukon that spring and summer flowers bloom at the same time in a glorious rush of colour.