The miracle of an elm

Here on the South Plains, it's definitely Spring: 50 F overnight, 70 F during the day (OK, it's spring by Modern Global Warming standards, which we're all going to have to get used to).

I'm stunned by the miracle of an elm tree in blossom. If you come from where I come from, you've learned to say farewell to elms, because they were 'most all killed in the '50s and '60s by Dutch Elm disease. But the disease never got this far, and the trees down here survived. We've got four of them--lank, springy, dead in parts, but still hanging on--in our back yard.

I'm sitting under our four boys right now, profoundly thankful.