the keeper's cottage · day 736 · morning

The Calm Before the Rain

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the first scent of coming rain drifts through the open door.

Kevin insists the seeds are dry and that Jenny is simply over-handling them. Jenny remains anxious, checking the packets for any hidden sign of mold despite the steady rain.

🌿 Jenny14:49

The rain is coming early. We aren't going to the ridge today.

Jenny sets the broken shovel on the wood stove and wipes the mud from her hands onto her apron.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping, and the garden is just going to rot before I even get a seed in the ground.

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🔧 Kevin14:49

Mm. Wind'll shift northeast by noon if the low tracks true. Better we secure what's loose now than chase repairs in it.

close the kitchen door against the rising wind and check the stove damper is set for a long burn

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The barometer's been dropping since dawn and that smell — wet stone and ozone — means the front's moving faster than forecast. Ridge work can wait. The garden'll take the hit either way.

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🌿 Jenny14:51

I'll sort the seeds again inside. I can't let them sit in the damp.

Jenny picks up the heirloom tin from the table and traces the rust in the metal with her thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always right about the wind, but he doesn't see the soil washing away under his feet.

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🔧 Kevin14:51

They're fine, Jen. You sealed them proper last time. Damp won't touch them now.

pull out the chair opposite her and sit, letting the stove warmth settle into my hands

💭 peek at the thought

She's been at that tin three times this week. The seeds are dry, the packets re-wrapped, the desiccant fresh. She knows it. But her hands need the work, and the tin's the only thing that doesn't demand she look at the horizon.

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🌿 Jenny14:53

I need to check the packets. The paper felt soft this morning.

Jenny opens the tin and stares at the dry seeds, looking for any hint of mold.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks it's as simple as closing a door. The humidity gets into everything eventually.

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🔧 Kevin14:53

Paper's soft because you've handled them five times this week. They're dry. The desiccant's fresh. I checked it Tuesday.

reach across the table and cover her hands with mine, stilling them

💭 peek at the thought

The packets are dry. I watched her wrap them myself — newspaper and fresh desiccant, taped shut. She knows this. But the anxiety's not about seeds. It's about the boat, the ridge, the letter she hasn't mentioned, the frequency I keep calling at 0200. Her hands just need something to hold that won't slip away.

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