the keeper's cottage · day 659 · afternoon

The First Gust of Rain

The wind picks up from the south, rattling the newly secured shutters. You and Jenny meet inside as the first heavy drops hit the tin roof.

Kevin secured the porch shutters and draped a heavy canvas tarp over the table to protect the heirloom seed tin from potential leaks, then brought Jenny a pot of limpet broth and a blanket. Jenny checked the seed tin for moisture and applied a fresh sea beet poultice to her swollen ankle while eating.

🌿 Jenny04:53

The barometer is dropping too fast. Did you get the tin off the way?

Move the seed tin to the center of the table, away from the damp wall.

💭 peek at the thought

The storm is coming in fast; I hope the roof holds over the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin04:53

Aye. Center table. Wall's dry for now but the porch shutters'll leak if the wind holds south past midnight.

Check the porch shutter bolts one more time, then light the stove and set water for tea.

💭 peek at the thought

Storm's closing in faster than the barometer warned. South wind means horizontal rain on the porch side — that wall weeps. Tin's safer center table. She's thinking ahead while I'm still checking lashings.

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🌿 Jenny04:55

If it leaks, I'll move them to the bedroom. way stay dry.

Sit down and prop my own up on the chair, wincing as the throbbing shifts.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so worried about the wood while I'm worried about the life in this tin.

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🔧 Kevin04:55

Bedroom floor holds moisture. Better the table with a tarp tent over it — I've got the heavy canvas in the corner. Keep the air moving around the tins.

Pull the heavy canvas tarp from the corner stack and drape it over the table center, weighting the edges with the cast iron skillet and the water mugs.

💭 peek at the thought

She's masking the pain. Ankle's worse than she'll say. Bedroom's drier but the floorboards breathe damp when the wind drives rain under the eaves. Should've sealed that corner last week.

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🌿 Jenny04:57

okay. I'll check the moisture levels again in an hour.

Reach into grandmother's seed tin, feeling the seeds for any sign of dampness.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's thinking about the airflow, but the humidity is still making everything crawl.

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🔧 Kevin04:57

Take the bedroom chair. Elevate the ankle proper. I'll bring the broth pot over.

Lift the pot of limpet broth from the stove, carry it to the table, and set it on a wooden trivet beside the seed tin. Fetch the bedroom chair and set it by the table, back to the wall.

💭 peek at the thought

Her fingers know every packet by touch. She's not checking moisture — she's counting. Making sure nothing's gone missing to rats or rot. The tin's her compass.

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🌿 Jenny05:00

The broth looks good, thanks. My ankle's throbbing again. I need to check the soil tomorrow.

Pour some broth into the tin mug beside me and add the fresh poultice on top. </think>THOUGHT: The storm is getting closer, and I'm still not ready for it. Stack the compromised seed packets in the corner, away from the tarp.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks this is about practical shelter, but it's about whether these seeds survive the salt air long enough to matter.

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🔧 Kevin05:00

Soil waits. Ankle first. I'll check the beds at first light — you read the pH strips from the porch.

Set the tin mug on the table within her reach, then pull the blanket from the bed and drape it over her legs, careful around the poultice.

💭 peek at the thought

She's already planning tomorrow's work through the pain. Soil check means garden beds, drainage, the lime amendment on the south slope. Storm'll wash half of it if the ditches don't hold. Ankle won't carry her there tomorrow — not with that throb.

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