Day 111

Pressure Falling, Seedlings Moving

Dawn broke with a steady trade wind and a falling barometer. The water tank sat at 394 litres, near capacity. In the garden, Kevin found a trail of disturbed earth leading to the heirloom tomato trays. "Tracks lead straight to the heirloom trays. It's after the seedlings, not the seed tin," he said. Jenny knelt to check. "Check the underside of the leaves first. way's been digging shallow." Kevin identified voles, not the rat. "Half-inch hardware cloth, buried six inches down. Stop them at the root zone." Jenny would use mesh from the crate washed up in the surf. By midday the pressure dropped further. Kevin inspected the dinghy's stern line at the dock ring and served the chafe point with sail twine. He pulled the Yanmar starter and soaked the bendix in vinegar overnight. Jenny moved the tomato trays onto the kitchen counter near the wood stove. "The pressure is falling too fast; we'd better get the trays inside before the wind shifts," she said. Kevin cleaned the bendix with a wire wheel; the splines showed significant wear. Jenny misted the seedlings and sketched sea beet salt glands, noting their multicellular structure and visible ion transport channels. Kevin attempted to fit a bronze sleeve onto the engine component, reaching 20% before heat made precision work difficult. The rat in the pantry had been caught in the trap. Evening brought a bruised purple sky, retreating tide, and the first heavy drops on the tin roof. The supply boat, due in three days, would likely be five with the building swell. "Tinned food keeps. The dinghy doesn't," Kevin said.

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the garden · dawn

The Morning Humidity

Kevin and Jenny stand by the newly raised wall as the humidity rises in the still morning air. Jenny probes the soil in the heirloom seed trays while Kevin notices a trail of disturbed earth near the tomato rows.

The dawn breaks over the garden with a steady trade wind, though the barometer is dropping, signaling a shift in the weather. The water tank is near capacity at 394 litres, leaving little room for heavy rain. In the kitchen, the seed trays show the first signs of tomato and pepper sprouts under the window light.

🔧 Kevin22:09

Tracks lead straight to the heirloom trays. It's after the seedlings, not the seed tin.

Walk to the tomato rows and crouch to examine the disturbed earth more closely.

💭 thought

Rat's back. Or never left. Chewed through the flour sack last week, now it's working the tomato rows. Trap behind the pantry didn't snap — either it's trap-shy or the bait's wrong.

🌿 Jenny22:09

Check the underside of the leaves first. way's been digging shallow.

Kneel beside him to inspect the soil surface for signs of small mammals or nesting birds.

💭 thought

If the seedlings are gone, the whole season's work is a waste of salt and water.

🔧 Kevin22:10

Voles. Not the rat.

Turn over a tomato leaf at the edge of the row to check the underside for grazing damage or droppings.

💭 thought

She knows sign better than I gave her credit for. Shallow digs — voles or mice, not rat. Different problem. Rat takes big bites; these are grazing.

🌿 Jenny22:11

We need to mesh the area. The supply boat is three days out. ownDO: Reach into my pocket to pull out the notebook and start sketching the burrow patterns in the soil.

💭 thought

If they're in the trays, they'll have the whole crop before the boat even arrives.

🔧 Kevin22:12

Half-inch hardware cloth, buried six inches down. Stop them at the root zone.

Close the notebook and stand, brushing dirt from my knees.

💭 thought

She's right — mesh before they nest. And she's writing in my notebook again. I'll let it slide this once; the patterns matter.

🌿 Jenny22:13

I'll have to use the mesh from the crate. It'll have to hold.

Stand up and look toward the cottage, calculating the energy needed to dig the trenches.

💭 thought

I don't have hardware cloth, only the mesh from the old crate and some salvaged wire.

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the garden · morning

The approaching pressure front

The trade wind picks up slightly as the barometer continues to fall. The air is heavy, and the supply boat's arrival in three days feels closer as.

Kevin inspected the dinghy's stern line at the dock ring and served the chafe point with sail twine, then returned to the cottage and pulled the Yanmar starter to soak the bendix in vinegar overnight. Jenny moved the tomato seed trays onto the kitchen counter near the wood stove to protect them from the falling pressure and incoming weather.

🔧 Kevin22:14

Kevin — walk to the cottage, pull the Yanmar starter, soak bendix in vinegar overnight

💭 thought

Barometer's still dropping. Trade wind steady but the air's thick — storm's building southwest. Three days to the supply boat if it comes. Mast step's still split, bronze sleeve measured but not fitted. Need to pull the Yanmar starter and soak that bendix before salt locks it solid. Garden's half weeds still. Should've built that sensory garden eleven months ago.

🌿 Jenny22:15

The pressure is falling too fast; we'd better get the trays inside before the wind shifts.

Move the tomato seed trays to the kitchen counter near the wood stove to use the residual heat.

💭 thought

If the way drops another three points, the salt spray will kill the seedlings, and I can't let my grandmother's tin rot.

🔧 Kevin22:16

Aye. Get them under the stove. I'll secure the porch gear.

walk to the porch, tie down the canvas rolls and plastic tarp over the generator and seed tin, check the dinghy stern line at the dock

💭 thought

She's right. Barometer's falling faster than I thought. Wind'll shift southwest by evening. Trays go inside, but the real work's the mast step and that starter.

🌿 Jenny22:17

Don't forget to check the cleats on the dinghy, the wind is picking up.

Carry the tomato seed trays into the kitchen and place them on the warmest part of the counter.

💭 thought

He's moving slower today; those ribs must be worse than he's letting on.

🔧 Kevin22:18

Cleats are good. Stern line's new rope, rolling hitch on the cleat. I'll check the chafe point at the dock ring.

walk down to the dock, inspect the dinghy's stern line chafe guard at the dock ring, reinforce if needed with sail twine serving

💭 thought

Cleats held through the last squall but the stern line's new rope — half-inch three-strand, sound. Should check the chafe guard anyway. Wind's already shifting.

🌿 Jenny22:19

The barometer is dropping fast. I'm moving the trays in now.

Set the tomato seed trays on the kitchen counter right next to the wood stove.

💭 thought

The sky is turning the color of a fresh bruise. If this storm hits before the boat, the garden is lost.

🔧 Kevin22:20

Kevin — inspect the dinghy stern line at the dock ring, serve the chafe point with sail twine, then walk back to the cottage and pull the Yanmar starter to soak the bendix in vinegar overnight

💭 thought

Trays are in. Barometer's at 1013 and falling fast. Wind's shifting southwest. Dock work first, then the starter bendix soak, then laminate that hardwood doubler for the mast step. Teak scrap's in the woodshed. Epoxy's half gone but should cure under the eaves if the humidity holds.

🌿 Jenny22:21

I'm getting the trays inside before the rain starts.

Place the tomato seed trays on the kitchen counter near the wood stove.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If that wind picks up more, the salt spray will ruin the seedlings.

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the dock · midday

Midday pressure drop

Kevin is at the dock checking the dinghy's mooring in the rising wind; Jenny is at the keeper's cottage sketching sea beet salt glands while the barometer falls.

Kevin cleaned the Yanmar starter bendix with a wire wheel after soaking it in vinegar, but the splines showed significant wear. Jenny misted the tomato seedlings and sketched the sea beet salt glands in her notebook, completing the detailed illustrations.

🔧 Kevin22:23

Kevin — walk back to the cottage, check the barometer on the wall, then secure a second spring line on the dinghy's midship cleat with a rolling hitch

💭 thought

She'll hold. But if the wind backs west after the front, the fetch across the bay gets ugly. Need to double the spring line before dark.

🌿 Jenny22:24

Not yet, almost.

Stand up and walk to the counter to check the moisture in the tomato soil.

💭 thought

If the pressure drops any further, the supply boat won't even make the channel. I need to check the trays again.

🔧 Kevin22:26

Kevin — hang oilskin by the door, check the vinegar jar on the workbench, then pull the bendix out and wire-wheel the splines clean

💭 thought

The barometer's dropped another three millibars since the dock. Front's moving faster than I figured. Cottage feels damp already — pressure change pulling moisture from the walls.

🌿 Jenny22:28

Come on, just a little more.

Pick up the spray bottle and carefully mist the tomato seedlings.

💭 thought

The soil is still dry on the surface. I'm overthinking it because the humidity is dropping.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

shared lunch and engine talk

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table with boiled limpets and corned beef fat. The bendix sits on the workbench, worn splines visible. The notebook lies open to the sea beet sketches. Outside, the tide rises against the dock pilings.

Kevin spends the afternoon attempting to fit the bronze sleeve onto the engine component, but the heat makes the precision work difficult. Jenny focuses on the heirloom seed trays, ensuring the moisture remains consistent despite the humidity.

🌿 Jenny22:31

Eat before the fat gets cold.

Pick up a limpet with a fork and watch him.

💭 thought

He's so focused on that metal he can't even see the salt glands right in front of him.

🔧 Kevin22:31

Fat's fine.

pick up a limpet with the fork, pull the meat free, dip it in the corned beef fat, eat it

💭 thought

The bendix is scrap. I know it, she knows it, but the Yanmar still needs to turn over. Might get one more week out of it if I'm careful with the engagement. Or I machine a new one from the bronze bar stock — got the measurements, got the lathe access on the mainland if the supply boat ever shows. For now, eat.

🌿 Jenny22:32

The barometer is dropping. We need the rain.

Dip a limpet into the skillet and eat slowly, tasting the salt and the grease.

💭 thought

way so brief. Like he's trying to save calories by speaking.

🔧 Kevin22:33

Yeah. Wind's picking up. I'll go secure the tarp after this.

finish the limpet, wipe my hands on my trousers, stand up from the table, walk to the porch door, open it, step outside onto the porch, walk to the corner where the tarp is tied over the seed tin and generator, grab the corner and pull it t

💭 thought

Barometer's at 1013 and falling — could blow in from the south by tonight. Tank's near full, but if the wind shifts and the rain comes sideways, we might lose some to runoff. Should check the tarp over the seed tin and generator, make sure it's still tied down tight.

🌿 Jenny22:35

Be careful with the generator, the wind is getting sharp.

Stay at the table, pick up the pencil, and start a new sketch of the sea beet's salt

💭 thought

way's always moving to the next task before this one is even finished.

🔧 Kevin22:35

Generator's tied down. Going to check the mast guys.

walk to the radio mast at the back of the cottage, grab the guy lines one by one, pull them tight, check the turnbuckles, tighten the one on the windward side that's got slack in it, tie it off with a half hitch, step back and look up at th

💭 thought

Generator's fine under the tarp — it's the radio mast I should be watching. Insulator's new, but the coax run's old. If the wind whips the aerial hard enough, it'll pull the connection loose at the bracket. Again. I'll check the guy lines while I'm out here.

🌿 Jenny22:36

Watch out for the wire, it's slick up there.

Watch him through the window, keep sketching the salt' of the sea beet.

💭 thought

he's worried about the antenna while the clouds are about to break.

🔧 Kevin22:39

It's tight. Not going anywhere.

walk back to the porch, step inside, close the door behind me, hang the oilskin on its peg, walk to the table, pull out the chair, sit down, pick up my fork, spear another limpet from the skillet

💭 thought

Wire's always slick. Salt, rain, whatever. I've climbed that mast in worse. The guys are tight now — aerial won't whip loose tonight. Should check the coax where it enters the shack too, but that can wait until the rain actually starts. For now, the tarp's secure, the mast's holding, the tank's full. Let the wind do what it wants.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

The evening cools

You both meet in the kitchen as the temperature drops, the smell of salt and approaching rain fills the air.

The air in the cottage is heavy with the scent of drying sea beet and wood smoke. Outside, the overcast sky is a bruised purple, and the barometer continues its slow descent, signaling a shift in the evening weather. The tide is retreating rapidly, leaving slick rocks and trapped limpets in the pools, while the rat scratching behind the pantry shelf echoes in the quiet.

🌿 Jenny22:39

The air is turning heavy. We need to move the tomatoes away from the window.

Move the tomato seed trays from the windows sill to the center of the kitchen table.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping too fast for comfort; I need to get those trays inside before a leak ruins the sprouts.

🔧 Kevin22:40

Mm. Table's safer.

lift the cast iron skillet off the stove and set it on the trivet, clearing space for the trays

💭 thought

She's right. The pressure's dropping and that window'll leak if the wind shifts west. The seedlings won't take a soaking.

🌿 Jenny22:41

Thanks. I'll keep them here where the air is still.

Place the tomato seed trays carefully on the cleared table and check the soil moisture with a finger.

💭 thought

He's finally clearing space, but his movements are sluggish today. I'm so hungry I can smell the old skillet grease.

🔧 Kevin22:42

Wood stove'll keep the chill off them tonight.

pour two mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one on the table near her elbow

💭 thought

Soil's still damp from this morning's misting. Good. She's got a gentler touch with them than I do.

🌿 Jenny22:43

It's better than the drafty porch.

Take the mug and take a slow sip while watching the clouds through the glass.

💭 thought

The coffee is warm, but my stomach is still growling. I need more than limpets.

🔧 Kevin22:44

Supply boat's due in three days. With this swell building, make it five.

take a sip of coffee, eyes on the horizon through the window

💭 thought

She's watching the weather come in. Same as me. The barometer's been falling all day — 1012 now, steady but that won't hold.

🌿 Jenny22:45

We have enough tinned food for now.

Trace the rim of the mug with my thumb, thinking about the seed tin.

💭 thought

Five days. If the boat doesn't come, I'll be eating corned beef for every meal.

🔧 Kevin22:46

Tinned food keeps. The dinghy doesn't.

set the mug down, wipe a hand on my trousers, and walk to the porch to check the bronze sleeve sitting on the workbench

💭 thought

Food's not the worry. Water tank's near full, 397 litres. Firewood stacked. It's the dinghy — still no engine on her, mast step held together with lashings and hope. If the supply boat can't land, we're pinned here.

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the keeper's cottage · night

The evening calm before the rain

The pair sits in the kitchen, watching the barometer drop as the wind picks up from the east. The first heavy drops finally hit the tin roof.

The heavy, humid air of the wet season hangs motionless over the keeper's cottage. The tide has retreated to its lowest, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the base of the north cliffs. Inside, the heat from the wood stove battles with the oppressive damp, smelling of drying sea beet and wood smoke.

🌿 Jenny22:47

Kevin, help me move the tomato trays off the porch. Now.

Stands up and grabs the first seed tray, moving it toward the kitchen table.

💭 thought

The storm is coming faster than the barometer predicted; I need to get those trays inside before the wind starts.

🔧 Kevin22:48

On it.

Grab the second seed tray and carry it to the kitchen table, then check the porch scuppers for debris.

💭 thought

She's moving fast. Good. The porch will flood if the scuppers clog.

🌿 Jenny22:49

Put them further back from the edge, the wind is already starting to catch.

Sets the tomato tray carefully on the table and starts checking the moisture in the soil with a finger.

💭 thought

At least he's moving, but if he knocks over those sprouts I'll actually lose it.

🔧 Kevin22:50

Right.

Slide the tray to the centre of the table, then step to the porch door and hook it shut on the latch.

💭 thought

Wind's shifting. Could blow rain sideways through the door if we don't batten down.

🌿 Jenny22:51

Check the heirloom packets by the stove. The humidity is spiking with the rain.

Walk to the wood stove and inspect the drying seed packets on the paper towels.

💭 thought

Finally, the door is shut. Now I just need to keep these seeds from molding.

🔧 Kevin22:52

Mm.

Cross to the stove, lift the seed packets on their towels, and carry them to the top shelf of the pantry away from the steam.

💭 thought

Paper towels won't hold the damp back for long. Need to get them somewhere drier.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A coconut crab has been at the garden overnight.

coconut_crab · dawn

A wooden crate from some lost container ship rolls in the surf.

lost_crate · dawn

The rat was caught in the pantry trap.

discovery · dawn

A new project: Yanmar starter bendix soak.

project_started · morning

A new project: seedling storm shelter.

project_started · morning

Found: vinegar jar with Yanmar bendix.

item · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Yanmar starter bendix splines are worn beyond reliable engagement after vinegar soak and wire-wheel cleaning

discovery · midday

Sea beet salt glands exhibit distinct multicellular structure with visible ion transport channels under magnification

discovery · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "The sea beet's salt".

made · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "Salt' of the sea beet".

made · afternoon

A fish run is moving through the shallows off the dock.

fish_run · afternoon

bronze sleeve: 10%.

project · evening

Salt gland structures documented in notebook

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

bronze sleeve: 20%.

project · night

The rat threat in the pantry has been neutralized.

discovery · night

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