My beautiful, large and old Elm trees have succumbed to the Dutch Death.
SweetStuff had been napping Thursday morning with our new baby girl. When She woke, she went to the kitchen and happened to look out the window. She noticed orange circles on both our Elms. At the front door was a note from the City Park Board.
She called me at work with the news, and wondered why I was not as crushed as she was. The funny thing is, earlier that morning, after I backed out of the drive way, I looked at the trees from the street and convinced myself that they where suffering more than drought stress.
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