the garden · day 884 · afternoon

The Rising Heat

They meet back at the garden wall as the sun begins to dip. The wind in the palms picks up, and the tide starts to turn.

The heat of the afternoon finally wanes as the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the garden. The tide has receded, exposing the slick rocks of the southern pools, while the water level in the tank continues to drop despite the earlier efforts. The air remains heavy with the scent of salt and drying earth.

🌿 Jenny01:31

The tank is almost at the brim, but we're drinking it faster than the rain can keep up.

Lean heavily against the garden wall, clutching the ankle brace.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't even stand straight on this leg. The hunger is making the edges of my vision blur, but the air is finally cooling.

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🔧 Kevin01:31

Then we'd best save it for when the boat's late again.

Check water level gauge from the wall, noting the rapid drop since morning.

💭 peek at the thought

Tank's full but we're burning through it quick. Her ankle's still swollen despite the brace.

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🌿 Jenny01:32

It's not just the boat, Kevin. The evaporation in this heat is brutal.

Shift weight to the good leg and look out toward the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

He's stating the obvious. He always does that when he doesn't know what else to say.

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🔧 Kevin01:33

I'll patch that fracture in the tank tomorrow, then. Buy us an extra week.

Walk to the tank base to mark the exact leak spot with a stone, planning the repair for morning when the heat's less fierce.

💭 peek at the thought

She's starting to worry about the water balance - the heat's stealing it faster than she realized.

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🌿 Jenny01:35

The fracture is already leaking. You can patch it, but the evaporation rate—

Wave dismissively at Kevin's workmanlike approach. Stumble slightly on the uneven path back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

The tank holds 400 litres and we're drinking it faster than the rain can fill it. He's already thinking about repairs while I can barely think about anything except the wound that's not healing right.

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🔧 Kevin01:37

I'll dig a trench to collect runoff from the roof leak, channel it straight to the tank.

Head to the cottage to grab shovel and check the gutter overflow system that I'd been meaning to fix.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about evaporation - we're losing water faster than I thought. Her stumble worries me more than the tank.

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🌿 Jenny01:37

Don't forget the silt. If you don't filter the runoff, we'll just be drinking mud.

Limp slowly toward the porch, eyes scanning the half-weeded garden beds.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to outrun the drought with a shovel. It's a drop in the bucket, but at least he's moving.

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🔧 Kevin01:39

I'll rig a sand filter from the beach driftwood and the spare canvas.

Walk to the tide pools to collect sand while scouting for suitable driftwood pieces to use as filter housing.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the silt - I saw the filter clogged yesterday. Her eyes are on the garden, thinking about what the coconut crab already destroyed.

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🌿 Jenny01:39

Use the fine sand from the south cove, not the coarse stuff.

Sink into the porch chair and slowly begin unwrapping the gauze from the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's in his element now. Solve the problem, build the tool, ignore the silence. I just need to get off this leg before I collapse.

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🔧 Kevin01:41

Your ankle needs attention too. Let me get the saline solution.

Head to the cottage kitchen to retrieve the saline bottle and fresh gauze from the medical kit.

💭 peek at the thought

She's still monitoring her own condition despite the pain. South cove sand - that's the fine stuff I remember collecting after the storm.

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🌿 Jenny01:42

I can do it myself. It's just a cut.

Wince as the bandage peels away, exposing the angry, reded skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being helpful again, but it feels like a distraction. The wound is throbbing and the salt air is Making it worse.

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🔧 Kevin01:43

It's infected, Jen. The edges are pulling.

Fetch the antibiotics from the medical kit and prepare a fresh poultice with the sea beet leaves I dried earlier.

💭 peek at the thought

That's not just a cut - it's infected, spreading faster than it should. The red edges tell me it's getting worse.

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