For the last seven years, I have been the proud custodian of a 27 year old Chinese elm. I named her Clara. She was about 1ft tall as she stood in her tray. Her branches spread out sideways. She was the jewel in my collection of pot plants and was the cause of many an ooh and aah from the occasional house guest I would receive, especially when they learnt how old she was. You will note that everything I've said so far is in the past tense. This fuzzy picture of Clara was taken last winter, her sixth under my care. Last week, I noticed that Clara's leaves had all strangely turned yellow. I know enough not to feed until during the growing season, which starts in a few weeks when the spring arrives. I also know that I had refrained from over-watering and only kept her soil moist as I was required to do. I couldn't figure out why my beloved bonsai tree was dying. I read everything about bonsai that I could get my hands on, but could find no explanation for what was happening. Clara has finally shed all of her leaves, but I cannot bear to move her from her position on the windowsill. Its sad sitting across the room and staring at the skeleton of what was once a gem to behold. I'm sad she died.