Some things, like the palm tree, were just begging to be torn out. The jasmine in the front though has held its place largely because I didn't know what to do without it. But then last weekend the wifey mentioned how she hates the jasmine.
It was a light bulb moment for me. Within minutes I was outside cutting down and digging up the jasmine. The next day I was at the nursery picking out plants. And a few days later I was at the quarry picking out a thousand pounds of New England Tudor Stone. Aside from some mulch, I'm just about finished.
In this bed: