the garden · day 300 · morning

Morning preparations

The tide continues to drop, revealing more of the rocky shoreline. The air is thick as the first potential heavy drops of rain approach.

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🌿 Jenny06:49

It's about to break. We need to move.

Press the first heirloom seed into the lime bed with a trembling finger.

💭 peek at the thought

I can feel the rain coming. If I don't get these in now, the soil will be too saturated to hold them.

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🔧 Kevin06:50

Go. I'll get the tin and the tarp.

sprint to the cottage, grab Jenny's seed tin from the shelf and the heavy-duty tarp from the porch, then run back to the garden

💭 peek at the thought

Rain's hitting the tin roof of the shed. She's shaking. The seed tin's still on the shelf inside — damp packets, viable but fragile. If water gets in there now, we lose the lot. Garden wall's only two courses high on the seaward side. Not enough.

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🌿 Jenny06:51

Hurry! Watch the wind!

quickly press the next two seeds into the soil and level the earth.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving fast for once. I need to finish this row before the wind shifts.

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🔧 Kevin06:52

Got it. Hold the corner.

throw the tarp over the newly planted lime beds, drive the metal tent pegs through the grommets into the soil with the mallet from my belt, pull it drum-tight against the wind

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's shifting — gusting off the cliffs now, cold and sharp. She's planting one-handed, knee buckling. Tin's heavy in my arms, tarp flapping like a sail. Need to stake this down before the rain turns to sideways sheets.

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🌿 Jenny06:52

Thank you. Just... let's not touch them for a few days.

Lean back against the garden wall and wipe mud onto my trousers, staring at the taut plastic.

💭 peek at the thought

My heart is hammering. They're in. Now we just wait to see if the island accepts them.

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🔧 Kevin06:54

Come on. Cottage. Tea.

put an arm around her shoulders, guide her back toward the cottage, kick the door shut behind us

💭 peek at the thought

Mud on my trousers. She's shaking still — cold or exhaustion, can't tell. The tarp's holding. Rain's coming down hard now, drumming on the plastic. She needs to sit. Tea. Dry clothes. The letter to Tom's still in the oilskin bag on the table. Can wait.

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