The only decluttering I'm doing at present is the tangle of inept editing in a certain book that I'm being paid handsomely to square away. I would like to declutter myself of about 20 pounds, but that's hard to do when (a) your feet hurt and (b) you're supposed to spend at least six hours of your day at your desk.

Yesterday, the nice man from Tim's Tree Service showed up to assess the six scraggly trees I have selected for removal from our garden. Three of them are Eastern Red Cedars, two are White Cedars, and one is a dogwood with a Manitoba maple sprouting up in the middle of it. All of them started life as cute little ornamentals and grew far too large for their spot on the property. Tim's Tree Service is a busy concern; we won't get a lick of their attention for at least 10 weeks, unless somebody higher up the list cancels.

I posted three photos on Facebook in the hope that somebody out there can identify a mystery plant in our flowerbed. It looks like a member of the mint family, but that doesn't narrow the field much. It's occupying space that I would like to use for culinary herbs, and I don't want to find out too late that it's something I would regret consigning to the composter.