the keeper's cottage · day 429 · dawn

The Rising Humidity

Jenny sits on the porch chair wrapping her ankle while the clouds muffle the sun. Kevin checks the barometer, noting the needle continues its slow descent as the pressure drops. The air is still and smells of salt and coming rain.

Kevin returns from the garden to find the sea beet trays secured under the tarp, the oak stakes holding firm against the rising wind. He checks the dock mooring ring as planned, finding the tension correct even though the tide is beginning to lap at the lower-side pilings. Jenny waits by the cottage wall, clutching her ankle to manage the throbbing pain, and they both watch the sky darken further over the north ridge as the barometric pressure continues to drop.

🌿 Jenny12:31

The way is falling. We need to secure the sea beet trays before the wind shifts.

Tighten the saline wrap on my ankle and stand up, limping toward the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if that storm hits before I de-water those seedlings, they're lost to the rot.

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🔧 Kevin12:32

I'll get the trays. You do the 0800 call.

walk to the garden with the spare tarp and timber strips from the porch

💭 peek at the thought

Pressure's dropping steady. She's right about the trays — but her ankle's not right for hauling wet canvas in rising wind. I'll take the garden. She takes the radio check.

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🌿 Jenny12:33

Watch the north ridge—the

💭 peek at the thought

If he doesn't get the tarp down in time, the salt spray will kill the seedlings before they even sprout.

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🔧 Kevin12:34

North ridge. Copy.

reach the garden, spread the spare tarp over the sea beet seedling trays, drive the oak stakes through the grommets into the soil, batten the edges with timber strips

💭 peek at the thought

She cut off. Wind shifting already. North ridge funnels it straight down onto the garden. Need those trays battened before the gusts hit.

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🌿 Jenny12:35

Make sure the stakes are deep. My ankle is throbbing with every step.

Lean against the whitewashed stone wall and watch the sky darken.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is at 982 and falling; if that wind picks up any more, the whole crop is gone.

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🔧 Kevin12:36

Stakes are deep. Sit tight. I'll check the dock ring on the way back.

drive the last oak stake home with the mallet, pull the tarp taut, tie off to the garden wall deadman, then walk back toward the dock

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. Throbbing means swelling's up again. Infection's not cleared. But she's standing watch on the sky while I secure the crop. That's the bargain.

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