Preparing for the rain
You both meet in the kitchen as the first heavy drops of rain hit the roof. The sky has finally darkened completely.
The humidity is oppressive as the clouds thicken, making any physical labor feel heavy and sluggish. Kevin and Jenny stay inside the cottage to avoid the damp heat while waiting for the weather to break or fully settle in.
Kettle's on. Coffee'll be ready in two minutes.
set a second tin mug on the table and pour from the kettle into both
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The pH is too low in the back beds. Way low.
sit heavily at the kitchen table, rubbing my way ankle, and watch the steam rise from the mugs.
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How low?
slide into the chair opposite, wrap hands around the mug, wait
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6.2. It's dropping. If I don't lime the soil, grandmother's seeds are dead before they even sprout.
pull my notebook toward me and sketch a jagged line of the sea beet morphology, my pencil pressing too hard against the paper.
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Lime's on the porch. Two sacks. Spread it today or the rain washes it straight into the spring.
reach across the table, thumb brushing the jagged pencil line, then pull back and drink coffee
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I can't carry two sacks with this ankle. Not in this mud.
look down at the swelling under my sock, then back at the tin of seeds sitting on the counter.
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I'll haul them. You stay off it.
stand, drain the mug, head for the porch door
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Don't get stuck in the muck. The path is turning to soup.
watch him step out into the grey, then pick up my pencil and start sketching the structure of the sea much leaves again.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.