the keeper's cottage · day 857 · evening

Waiting out the surge

The wind howls through the eaves as the rain intensifies. Kevin and Jenny huddle around the table, watching the flickering lamp.

Kevin checks the barometer and notes the pressure is holding steady despite the overcast skies. He helps Jenny spread the heirloom seeds onto a dry newspaper on the kitchen table to check for moisture clumping before the storm hits.

🌿 Jenny09:02

Kevin, the barometer's falling faster than the last storm. We need to secure everything - especially the north wall. And get those seeds properly dried before they rot.

Check barometer reading, then walk to table where grandmother's seed tin sits, open it carefully to assess moisture damage to heirloom seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's dropping faster than I thought possible. That's not just weather - something's coming. My ankle's throbbing in rhythm with the rain, and I can feel the house settling in the mud. The seeds are still in that damn tin, gathering moisture.

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🔧 Kevin09:02

Barometer's on the shelf. Read it yourself — saves me getting up." I nod at the tin. "Seeds first. Wall second. You got the newspaper and the lime?

walk to the kitchen shelf, take down the barometer, tap the glass gently with a knuckle, read the needle, set it back

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the barometer. 978 and steady when I last looked, but the way the wind's backing and the rain's hitting — it's dropping again. The north wall's held through worse but the fracture line's been weeping since the last front. And the seeds. Tin E's seam is gone. If humidity gets in there proper, we lose the lot.

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🌿 Jenny09:03

I have the newspaper. The lime is on the porch, but I'm not going out there in this wind yet.

Limp to the table, open the seed tin, and spread out a dry sheet of newspaper to begin checking the heirloom seeds for clumping.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so dismissive. As if reading a number is going to stop the ridge from sliding. My ankle feels like it's being squeezed by pliers. If those seeds get mold, my grandmother's life's work is gone.

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🔧 Kevin09:04

Lime draws moisture. Leave it out there and you're spreading wet powder. Bring it in or write it off." I pull a chair out, sit across from her, watch her hands on the packets. "Tomato. Pepper. Sea beet. Basil. Talk me through what you're seeing.

reach for the nearest packet, turn it over in my fingers, feel for clumping through the paper

💭 peek at the thought

Lime on the porch gets wet, it's useless. She knows that. She's testing me — or testing her own leg. The limp's worse than yesterday. Antibiotics should've kicked harder by now.

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