the garden · day 836 · morning

The Approaching Storm

The rain intensifies as the barometer drops further. The pair must retreat to the cottage to wait out the worst of the gale while the wind howls from the west.

Kevin inspects the Yanmar injector pump bolts with meticulous precision despite the heavy humidity. Jenny attempts to tend to the garden seedlings, but the damp air and her aching ankle make it difficult to move efficiently through the rows.

🔧 Kevin03:49

Come on. Inside. Now.

grab Jenny's arm and steer her toward the cottage door, head down against the rain

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's dropping fast now. West wind means the tide'll push higher than predicted. Need to get the dinghy warps checked and the cottage battened before dark.

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🌿 Jenny03:51

I've got the tin. Just wait.

Jenny limps after him, flinching as a step hits her swollen ankle, and shields the seed tin with her body.

💭 peek at the thought

If the water washes away the trench, the seeds are gone before they even have a chance.

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🔧 Kevin03:51

Tin's not worth a broken leg. Give it here.

reach for the seed tin with one hand, keeping the other on her elbow to steady her up the porch steps

💭 peek at the thought

She's protecting that tin like it's the only thing that matters. Ankle's bad — she shouldn't be carrying weight. But she won't let me take it.

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🌿 Jenny03:53

I'm fine. I can carry it.

Jenny tighten her grip on the tin, her knuckles white, and steps into the dry of the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

way'll get the seeds wet if he's not careful; they are delicate.

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🔧 Kevin03:53

Right. You're fine.

kick the door shut behind us, bolt it, then move to the window to check the dinghy lines through the glass

💭 peek at the thought

Stubborn as the engine bolts. She'll carry it till she drops. At least she's inside now.

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🌿 Jenny03:55

I'm going to check the wrap on my ankle.

Jenny walk to the kitchen table, set the tin down with a heavy thud, and begin to unwrap the damp gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

way's always looking at the boat while the garden is literally melting away out there.

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🔧 Kevin03:55

Let me.

step closer to the table, watching as she removes the wrap to reveal a raw patch on her ankle, reddened and slightly puffed

💭 peek at the thought

She's peeling back the bandages. There's blood under the gauze. Something's torn. I should help but she's been stubborn all day.

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🌿 Jenny03:57

I have it, Kevin.

Jenny pull her leg back slightly, wincing as the cold air sticks to the skin, and turns away from his hand.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can fix it like the Yanmar engine. It's not mechanical.

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🔧 Kevin03:57

Fine. I'll mix the sea beet and mint. You want honey in it?

turn to the counter, pull the mortar and pestle from the shelf, start crushing fresh sea beet leaves with mint sprigs

💭 peek at the thought

She won't let me near it. Not since the debridement. She does it herself or not at all. I'll make the poultice and leave it where she can reach.

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