the keeper's cottage · day 728 · afternoon

Evening storm prep check

They meet inside the cottage as the rain turns into a downpour and the barometer drops further.

The sky thickens as the pressure continues to drop, bringing a steady, heavy seasonal rain. Inside the cottage, the sound of water hitting the roof underscores the persistent leak in the northeast corner despite the new lead flashing.

🔧 Kevin05:00

Roof's holding. Lead's seated. Come in before the wind takes the door.

Step back from the doorway, wiping rain from my face with a forearm, and hold the door wide for her to enter the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favoring the left leg hard. The poultice is holding but the swelling hasn't gone down. Need to get her off that foot and check the wound again before the antibiotics run out.

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🌿 Jenny05:00

The soil on the ridge is going to slide if this keeps up.

I limp into the kitchen, kicking the door shut with my heel, and lean heavily against the wood stove to catch my breath.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain, and the sky looks heavy enough to collapse the island.

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🔧 Kevin05:02

The cribbing's charred and tarred. Gravel bed's in. It'll hold for now. Sit down.

Cross to the stove, lift the kettle off the hook, and pour hot water into the two tin mugs on the table — one for her, one for me — then set the kettle back and pull out the chair nearest the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The drainage trench is new, the cribbing's only half-seated, and this much water on bare clay — it'll move. But she shouldn't be the one hauling gravel up that slope tonight.

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🌿 Jenny05:03

I should have checked the tank again; the water is moving too fast.

I sink into the chair with a sharp hiss, rubbing my throbbing ankle, and wrap both hands around the warm mug.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a bit of tar can fix the whole ridge, but I see the clay turning to soup already.

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🔧 Kevin05:05

Tank's full. Overflow's clear. You walked the ridge in this — that's enough for today.

Set my own mug on the table, pull the chair opposite her, and sit with the steam rising between us.

💭 peek at the thought

The tank's fine — three-ninety-seven litres, overflow pipe cleared last week. She's tired and the pain's making her borrow trouble. Let her think it through while the heat gets into her hands.

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🌿 Jenny05:06

The pH is too low out there anyway; the seeds won't stand.

I take a slow sip of the water, my eyes fixed on the rain lashing the windowpane.

💭 peek at the thought

Enough is never enough when the soil is literally washing away from the garden I want.

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🔧 Kevin05:06

Lime beds are holding. We screen more gravel, we build the next terrace higher. Seeds wait for soil.

Blow across my mug, watch the steam distort, and take a sip — letting the warmth settle in my chest before I speak again.

💭 peek at the thought

She's read the log. Knows the untreated beds sit at 5.5. The lime beds hold 6.8. She's thinking ahead — terraces, drainage, seasons — while her ankle throbs and the storm builds. That's her. Always the next thing.

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🌿 Jenny05:09

If the ridge goes, the whole expansion is just a trench for the sea.

I look down at my mug, tracing the rim with a damp thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks about terraces like he can outrun the gravity, but the island is just taking it back.

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