the keeper's cottage · day 935 · night

Evening Meal Prep

Kevin and Jenny meet inside the cottage as the sun sets. The sound of the wind in the palms continues loud.

Kevin and Jenny shared limpet broth at the cottage table while Jenny showed Kevin her north ridge soil pH data, revealing that lime amendments are holding in upper elevations but lower pockets remain too acidic for the heirloom seeds. Kevin acknowledged the difficulty of Jenny carrying the auger up the slope on her injured ankle. The conversation ended with Jenny expressing fear that failed planting would mean losing more than just seeds.

🔧 Kevin04:24

Dock held. Greenheart's seated. How's the ankle?

Pour two mugs of the limpet broth, set one on the table beside her chair, sit opposite with the other.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's getting teeth in it. She's moving slow, favoring that ankle. Dock held through the flood tide — that's something. But the generator's note changed, lower pitch under load. Need to check the fuel filter before dark.

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🌿 Jenny04:25

Still leaking, but the doxycycline's working. Put the broth down, I need to show you something.

get up slowly, wincing, and walk to the table where my soil pH log and ridge map lie open

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's spreading again despite the poultice and antibiotics. I need to get those seeds in the ground tomorrow, but first I have to tell him about the soil pockets I found - the real ones, not the ones I wrote in the notebook to protect him from knowing how desperate it's gotten.

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🔧 Kevin04:26

Kevin — set the mug down on the table's edge, pull the chair out and sit, eyes on the papers she's indicating.

💭 peek at the thought

Leaking means the wound's still open. Doxy's only been in her three days — too early to call it working. But she's moving with purpose, not just pain. Whatever she's found on that map matters more than comfort.

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🌿 Jenny04:27

Look at the north ridge. The lime is holding, but the soil is still too acidic in the lower pockets. It's the only place where the seeds might actually stand a chance.

point to the specific coordinates marked in red on the map, my finger trembling slightly from the exhaustion and the pain in my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the pH levels. He'll see the acidity. If I don't plant these seeds now, my grandmother's legacy will rot in that tin while this island slowly eats me whole.

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🔧 Kevin04:28

You carried the auger up that slope on one leg.

Lean over the map, fingertip tracing the contour line she marked, the red wax smudged where her thumb pressed it.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The transect data shows it — lime beds at 6.8–7.0, but the hollows below cairn three are still sitting at 5.5. Salt kills everything else but sea beet down there. If we're planting heirlooms, that's the only ground with a prayer. She did this work hurt. All of it.

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🌿 Jenny04:29

(voice tight) I wanted to plant them today, but... (pause) I'm afraid if I get them wrong, if the soil fails them, it's not just seeds that die. It's everything.

slide my worn leather gardening glove off my hand, revealing the raw scrape on my palm from where I'd gripped the seed tin too tightly yesterday.

💭 peek at the thought

He sees what I've done. All those hours of measuring, testing, documenting - and he knows I did it on one leg, dragging myself up that slope when my ankle was already infected. But he doesn't understand why I haven't planted yet. Why I'm still holding those seeds instead of putting them in the ground.

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