[cue music] So today, we have no more azaleas, we have no more azaleas today.
They did have a bit of a tough time getting them out. They were planted in concrete rings. The small one was easy. The big one was stubborn. Note to self: when digging up something, LOPPERS are the BOMB. These guys worked for an hour and couldn't get the big one up, but the lopper just sheared off those stubborn roots in no-time flat.
In the novel, I'm up to that place where things are sketchy, so I will need to actually begin writing again, as opposed to revising. And when I'm done that, I need to go over the whole section AGAIN, as I'm leaving something on the table, but I don't know what.