the keeper's cottage · day 569 · dawn

Humidity and rising pressure

Kevin sits on the floorboards meticulously brushing mold spores from the heirloom packets while the air remains heavy. Jenny sits by the window, adjusting her ankle brace and watching the grey clouds thicken further over the north ridge.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin08:35

Barometer's still dropping. Wind'll shift west by noon.

keep brushing spores from the Cherokee Purple packet, setting it aside with the clean ones

💭 peek at the thought

She's been quiet since the ankle. Watches the ridge like she's waiting for something to break. The packets on the north side of the loft — still fuzzy. I didn't tell her.

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🌿 Jenny08:37

Just make sure the tin stays sealed this time. The wood is still damp inside.

Jenny sketches the pattern of the mold on the edge of the tomato packet in her notebook, her movements precise despite the tremor in her hand.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wind shifts west, the salt spray might stay off the garden, but the humidity is still too high for the tin. My ankle feels like it's being squeezed in a vice; the red lines are moving up. I need to check the vinegar solution again before the fever sets in.

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🔧 Kevin08:38

Tin's sealed. Tape held. Loft boards are drier than last week.

set the cleaned Brandywine packet into the tin, press the lid down firm, run thumb around the self-amalgamating tape seal

💭 peek at the thought

Her hand shakes. She says it's the cold. I've seen the meds on the shelf — metronidazole empty, doxycycline down to two. She's not taking them on schedule.

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🌿 Jenny08:39

I'll go check the water tank. The level might be lower than I thought yesterday.

Jenny limps toward the back of the cottage, wincing as the weight shifts onto her good leg.

💭 peek at the thought

If the tin stays dry, maybe the seeds won't rot before the boat comes. But my ankle is pulsing in time with my heart, and the island doesn't care about my grandmother's garden.

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🔧 Kevin08:39

Overflow's the problem, not the level. Copper pipe spillway's still on the list.

wipe hands on trousers, stand, grab the crowbar from the bag by the door

💭 peek at the thought

She's avoiding the tin. Avoiding me. The tank was 397 litres at dawn — full enough to overflow with this rain. She knows. She just needs to move.

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🌿 Jenny08:41

Watch out for the slippery rocks when the wind picks up.

Jenny reaches the back of the cottage and presses her hand against the cold plastic of the rain tank, listening for the hollow of water.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the pipe, but I'm the one who has to climb the ladder. If that tank overflows again, the garden floor will be a mud pit.

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🔧 Kevin08:42

Going to the spring. Clear the intake before the silt chokes it.

step out onto the porch, pull the hood up, walk down the path toward the woods

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking by feel because she doesn't trust the gauge. Or she doesn't trust me to have checked it. Either way, her ankle takes the weight wrong and she hides the wince.

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🌿 Jenny08:43

Don't stay out long, the clouds are turning fast.

Jenny turns into the kitchen, starts the water on the wood stove, and way prepping the vinegar for the seed packets.

💭 peek at the thought

If the spring is choked, the tank won't matter. I need to get that saline ready for the ankle before the heat gets too bad.

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🔧 Kevin08:43

Back before the tide turns.

walk down the slick grass path toward the woods, boots sinking in the wet ground

💭 peek at the thought

She's making vinegar wash for packets I already brushed clean. Busy work. Keeps her hands off the ankle, off the radio, off the letter to Tom still in my pocket. The path to the spring turns to mud fast in this rain.

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🌿 Jenny08:45

(To the empty room)

Jenny sits at the table, pulls the heirloom seed packets toward her, and begins carefully wiping the mold off the paper with a small cloth.

💭 peek at the thought

The air is getting heavy. If it rains before he gets the spring clear, the whole south will be a mess. I need to focus on these packets.

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