The Gathering Storm
The air grows still as the first heavy drops of rain hit the salt-crusted dock planks.
The pressure has dropped sharply and the flat sky is thickening into a heavy, bruised purple. The tide is high, lapping against the dock pilings with increasing urgency. Kevin and Jenny have secured the gear and the heirloom seeds, but the air is thick with humidity, signaling a storm within the hour.
Kevin — cover the Yanmar with the spare tarp and lash it to the transom cleats, then grab the ditch bag and dry bag off the dinghy and carry them up to the cottage porch.
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Bring the bags in, Kevin! The pressure is dropping too fast!
Stand up from the workbench, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle, and move toward the door to catch the gear.
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Got them. Stay off the ankle — I'll bring the bags.
Hand the ditch bag and dry bag up to Jenny at the door, then secure the dinghy's second stern spring and breast line to the dock cleats with extra slack for the rising tide.
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way get them to the table, the seeds are already sweating.
Take the heavy bags from his hands, set them on the kitchen table, and immediately check the seed tin for moisture.
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Tin seal holding?
Strip the wet tarp off the Yanmar, shake the water clear, and hang it on the porch rail to dry; then pull the notebook and pencil from the dry bag and set them on the table beside the tin.
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It's dry, but the notebook is already getting damp.
Open the metal tin carefully and spread out a handful of grandmother's seeds on the paper to check for any clumping or mold.
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Pages numbered. If they stick, I can peel them. You're putting dry seed on damp paper.
Take the notebook from the table, blow the moisture off the cover, and tuck it inside my shirt against my chest to warm-dry the pages; pull a clean tea towel from the hook and lay it flat, then sweep the grandmother's seeds off the damp not
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Just be careful. If they mold, the whole tin is gone.
Sit at the table, rubbing the throbbing in my ankle, and reach for the mint sprigs for the poultice.
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Towel's dry. Seeds go on towel, not paper. Let me redo the poultice.
Spread the tea towel flat on the table, sweep the grandmother's seeds onto it in a single layer, then take the mint sprigs from her hand and crush them fresh in the mortar with a splash of boiled water.
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The mint is strong. Use lot of it.
Watch him crush the leaves, then lean back in the chair, rubbing my swollen ankle.
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