the keeper's cottage · day 939 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Jenny inspected the heirloom seed tin and confirmed the seeds remain dry and viable despite the humidity. Kevin attempted to use the soil auger but the bit was dull from hard soil, making test holes difficult. A coconut crab was discovered in the garden overnight, having damaged shade cloth anchors and stolen cedar shims and steel washers.

🌿 Jenny08:19

Kevin? The poultice needs pine resin mixed in. And I need to check that soil pH at the ridge before the barometer drops further.

Apply fresh sea beet poultice with added pine resin binder to infected ankle, then retrieve grandmother's seed tin from stove shelf

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's edge has stopped its retreat—still three centimeters above the brace line. The poultice needs binding with resin before the humidity swamps it. Grandmother's seeds are getting stale just sitting there.

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🔧 Kevin08:19

Got it. Tin's on the shelf. I'll bring it.

walk to the wood stove, lift grandmother's seed tin from the shelf, carry it to Jenny on the porch

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving before the weather turns. Smart. The resin will hold the poultice through sweat and swell. I'll catch the tin before it slides — stove shelf vibrates when the generator kicks.

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🌿 Jenny08:21

Thank you. You can set it down.

Accept the seed tin with both hands, feeling its weight, then turn it so I can see the rusted surface.

💭 peek at the thought

His hands are shaking. Always have been since the accident. The tin clangs against my leg and I don't flinch—muscle memory from too many years cataloguing specimens. The infection still pulses, insistent, beneath the gauze.

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🔧 Kevin08:21

Seal's still clean. Oilskin didn't crack.

set the tin on the porch table, pull out the other tin mug, pour the last of the coffee into it, slide it across to her

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking the seal. The rust doesn't matter if the oilskin held. She knows that. She's teaching me to trust the evidence, not the appearance.

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🌿 Jenny08:23

It's cold. But it's dry.

Open the lid of the seed tin and inspect the heirloom seeds for any sign of moisture damage.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, the oilskin held. The only thing on this island that isn't rotting or weeping today. The seeds are dry, for now. If I can find the right for them.

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🔧 Kevin08:23

Dry. I checked yesterday. Packets crisp.

lean against the porch post, watch the treeline where the barometer's been dropping, roll a cigarette one-handed

💭 peek at the thought

She's memorizing every packet. Tomato. Pepper. Sea beet. Basil. The ones we planted. The ones we lost. The ones still sealed. She's building the next season in her head while her ankle rots.

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🌿 Jenny08:25

The soil samples from the north ridge showed pH 4.2 in that hollow near cairn two. Nothing grows there except sea beet.

Close the seed tin and set it carefully on the table, then pull my field notebook from my jacket pocket and mark the date on the pH log page.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's dropping faster than I'm letting myself believe. Four days until the supply boat, and the soil's still poison. I can't keep putting off the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin08:25

Need more lime in that hollow. Two sack runs. Maybe three.

strike the match on the porch rail, light the cigarette, exhale toward the sea, watch the smoke flatten under the building pressure

💭 peek at the thought

Four point two. That's not soil anymore, that's vinegar with dirt in it. The lime we spread last month hasn't washed down that far. She's marking it because she'll be the one to fix it, or she'll write the fix so I can do it when she can't walk the ridge.

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🌿 Jenny08:27

I don't have the strength for three trips, Kevin. I need to see if the drainage is even working before I waste the lime.

Take a sip of the lukewarm coffee and wince as the heat hits my throat, then trace the swollen boundary of the infection through the gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

Three sacks? I can't even crawl to the ridge without the ankle screaming. He talks like this island is a garden plot on the mainland that will just yield to his will.

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🔧 Kevin08:27

I'll auger the test holes. You read the map. We'll know in an hour.

push off the porch post, grab the soil auger leaning by the door, check the bit's still sharp

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Three trips up that slope on a good ankle is a day's work. On hers it's suicide. The intercept trench we dug should be pulling water off the slope — if it's not, lime just washes away. I can run the auger holes while she reads the weep zones from her notebook. Divide the labor. She directs, I haul.

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