Yesterday the village code enforcement officer left a hang-tag on my mailbox to say that my trees out front need trimming. I purposely planted within a few feet of the curb, but in doing so, I know that to achieve the "street tree" look I need to keep them from growing too low over the street. I want branches that reach out toward those across the street, but they need to be up high. I pruned the lower plants a few weeks ago, the things growing out of beds and draping over the curb into the street. This evening I went out at sunset with the long lopper and took down the offending limbs on a pine; tomorrow I'll attend to the baldcypress. There is a Silverado sage that probably needs attention (it also blocks my view a bit as I back out of the driveway, so I try to keep it under control).

Several items were crossed off of my kitchen counter list today; it grows, but as long as the tasks are broken into steps I can keep up. I'm getting closer and closer to The Big Task - processing my father's music collection. Toward that, and other work I'm doing, I'm comparing computers, to update from this nine-year-old workhorse. It seems there are President's Day sales coming up (and I have an account with Dell in long-standing).

I'm looking forward to more news of Dorothy's house, a report on Michelle's baking, and though she hasn't posted here in a while, on Linn's travels. It's a difficult time of year to travel across the northern tier, but she will make a trip early next week. Safe travels, Batgoddess.