the keeper's cottage · day 246 · evening

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin prepares the wood stove for the coming rain as the pressure drops. Jenny expresses concern about the need for dry wood while they prepare the sea beet leaves for dinner.

🔧 Kevin03:52

Kevin — wash hands at the sink, then check the wood stove — add a split if it's burning low

💭 peek at the thought

The cottage feels different at this hour — quieter, the stove's warmth settling into the stone. The letter to Tom sits on the table where I left it. Jenny's seed tin is rusted but sealed. My hands are still gritty from the dock work, and the hunger's sharpened to something clean.

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🌿 Jenny03:53

The temperature is dropping, and we need more dry wood before the rain hits tonight.

Kevin wipes the ash from his hands and presses a dry split of cedar into the embers to catch the flame.

💭 peek at the thought

The stove is getting cold faster than the wood is coming in; if I don't keep the heat up, the humidity will kill the sea beet seedlings by morning.

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🔧 Kevin03:54

Got enough oak in the porch stack for overnight?

close the stove door, adjust the damper to draw the catch, then walk to the porch to check the wood stack

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the rain. The sky's been threatening it since noon. Cedar burns hot and fast — good for bringing the stove back up, but we'll need oak or ash behind it to hold through the night.

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🌿 Jenny03:56

Enough for now, but we need to move the rest inside if that sky opens up.

Jenny stands up, rubbing her stiff knees, and follows him to the porch to inspect the stack.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always worried about the wood, but doesn't see the crack in the garden wall growing wider every time I turn.

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🔧 Kevin03:56

Shed's closer than the woods. I'll bring a load up before full dark if the rain holds.

count the oak splits in the porch stack, then check the sky to the west

💭 peek at the thought

She moves slower than she did a month ago. The ankle, the knees — the island takes its toll in small increments. The porch stack's mostly cedar and spruce, quick burners. The good oak's still down at the shed by the garden. If the rain holds off another hour, I could bring up a barrow load. If not, we'll burn what's here and wake up cold.

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🌿 Jenny03:57

way then. The wind is shifting and I can smell the rain coming off the salt water.

Jenny leans against the doorframe, watching the gray light fade over the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

The clouds are too heavy for that to hold; if it starts pouring, the sea beet leaves will be ruined again.

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🔧 Kevin03:58

Back in five.

jog down the path to the garden shed, grab an armload of oak splits, and jog back up to the porch

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's gone southwest. Rain's close — twenty minutes, maybe thirty. The barometer's been falling all afternoon. No time for a full barrow run. I'll grab an armful of the oak from the shed, what I can carry in one trip, and leave the rest for morning.

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🌿 Jenny03:59

Hurry up. The pressure is dropping faster than the barometer said.

Jenny steps onto the porch to help him stack the wood against the wall.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving so fast he's going to trip on those loose dock planks I meant to fix.

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🔧 Kevin04:00

That's the last of the shed oak. Rest can wait for morning.

stack the final splits, wipe hands on thighs, step inside and pull the porch door shut against the wind

💭 peek at the thought

She feels it too — that tightness in the chest before a proper blow. The barometer read 1000 and falling when I checked. Could be 990 by midnight. The oak's heavy, salt-seasoned, burns clean. I dump the armload against the porch wall, stacking it quick and neat. First drops hit the porch boards as I set the last split.

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🌿 Jenny04:01

I'll get the sea beet leaves started. I'm too hungry to sleep.

Jenny walks into the kitchen, picks up the dried leaves, and begins sorting them for the pot.

💭 peek at the thought

My knees are screaming and my stomach is starting to growl louder than the wind.

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