Though he had suggested to start with the flowers, Mason moved toward the sack of fertilizer. It was large, heavy and smelled like, well, fertilizer, and he didn't want Miss Bentley to have to deal with that. He hefted it up over his shoulder, settling it so that he was balanced, and then grabbed the shovel in his spare hand. The fewer trips the better.

Once that was outside, he set it down with a thud and turned back toward the rest. "I've brought some perennials that should bloom for the rest of the summer and then come up again next summer." Mason started to explain as he hefted a couple of the larger pots into his hands. "And some easy-to-care for vegetables, though those will have to be wintered somehow." He could figure out those logistics in the autumn. "But I can happily bring anything else if there's something you'd prefer?" The last thing Mason wanted to do was run this for her, he would apprecite her input if she had anything she would like to see.