The flower garden looked refreshed. The stones around the planted sections were dark with rain, and the little wooden markers stood firmly in the damp soil.
Stella was sitting on the new bench, inspecting the garden.
"Look," she said when Jude approached. "The soil has settled around the seeds."
"That's good."
"I was worried the rain might wash them away, but the stones protected the beds."
Grace came from behind the cabin carrying several newly shaped pots.
"We finished these."
Jude examined them. Some were small and round, others narrow and tall. A few had simple patterns pressed into their sides.
"They look excellent."
Grace smiled. "We'll let them dry beneath the shelter."
Scarlet appeared carrying a piece of wood.
"I have an idea."
Jude looked at her.
"Is it another table?"
"No."
He waited.
"A sign."
"A sign?"
"For the flower garden."
Stella looked interested. "What would it say?"
Scarlet placed the wood on the bench.
