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Though lacking the elm's lissome beauty, the London plane is an ideal city tree—fast-growing, tolerant of pollutants and pruning, untroubled by pathogens or insect pests.

The Roman Roots of Gotham's London Plane Thomas J. Campanella 2011

We are preparing for elm's first Sills thanksgiving.

October 2009 2009

As I was gazing down at elm's little ears and feetwhile breastfeeding this morning I was overwhelmed with this feeling that when she is grown up and in her thirties I am still going to have this urge to just grab her and caress her ear or play with her tiny toes.

October 2009 2009

We are preparing for elm's first Sills thanksgiving.

sleeping beauty - Little Elm 2009

As I was gazing down at elm's little ears and feetwhile breastfeeding this morning I was overwhelmed with this feeling that when she is grown up and in her thirties I am still going to have this urge to just grab her and caress her ear or play with her tiny toes.

The whole world in my hands - Little Elm 2009

As I was gazing down at elm's little ears and feetwhile breastfeeding this morning I was overwhelmed with this feeling that when she is grown up and in her thirties I am still going to have this urge to just grab her and caress her ear or play with her tiny toes.

newbie mom 2009

The elm's branches could shelter them from the sun by day, and at night their boat could be tied to its trunk.

Madge Morton, Captain of the Merry Maid Amy D. V. Chalmers

Paid calls on their cousins in the elm's chambered core.

Georgian Poetry 1920-22 Various 1912

Slowly, with infinitely solemn sweep, the elm's vast height swung away from its place, described a wide aerial arc, and so, with the jolting crash and rattle of close thunder, roared headlong to the earth, casting up

Lying Prophets Eden Phillpotts 1911

It was while she munched her cakes and sipped the cool lemonade in the window-seat with an elm's branches so close that she could touch them, and wondered how near to this room her grandfather had been lodged, and what the mistress of the house was like, that Mrs. Owen appeared, after the lightest tap on the high walnut door.

A Hoosier Chronicle Meredith Nicholson 1906