She called out the better location.

Chloe lingered outside.

Her gaze moved toward the shed and the sky-blue wheelbarrow beneath the willow.

The planter was full.

Red geraniums rose above the edge, marigolds brightened the lower spaces, and ivy trailed down one side.

She walked over and rested a hand on the painted handle.

Clara watched from the porch, then joined her.

She did not hurry or call across the lawn with a worried voice.