Days

Dawn found Kevin hunched over the salt-crusted crate at the dock, crowbar biting into warped wood while Jenny watched from a timber pile, her ankle propped up. "Lid's stuck. Stand …

Dawn broke grey over Sorrel Island. The tide receded, exposing the salt-crusted crate wedged against the dock pilings. Kevin worked the crowbar into the lid's gap, straining as the…

Kevin worked the dock edge at dawn, checking mooring line tension as the tide dropped. Jenny sat on a crate nearby, ankle elevated, watching water retreat from pilings and reveal a…

Dawn found Kevin on the porch rail with a crowbar, watching the tide fall toward the floating crate bobbing near the dock. Jenny sat propped against the doorframe, ankle elevated o…

Dawn found Kevin at the porch rail with crowbar and pointing trowel, watching low tide expose the northeast foundation corner. Jenny sat propped against the doorframe, ankle elevat…

The barometer read 990 and rising at dawn, tide fully out. Kevin stood at the porch rail with crowbar and pointing trowel, scanning grey water. Jenny sat propped against the doorfr…

Dawn broke grey and flat, barometer stuck at 983 hPa. Kevin mixed hydraulic lime and oakum on the porch while Jenny sat propped against the doorframe, ankle elevated, scalpel and p…

Dawn pressed heavy and grey over Sorrel Island. The barometer read 986 hPa and falling. Kevin inspected the dinghy's bow line while Jenny sat on a crate, ankle swollen, fever climb…

Dawn broke under a western downpour. Kevin sat on a chair watching heavy rain lash the dock while the barometer fell. Jenny propped her swollen ankle on a crate, organizing sea bee…

Dawn found Kevin checking mooring lines as the tide pushed the waterlogged crate toward the pilings. Jenny sat sketching salt glands on a sea beet. They towed the crate alongside w…

Dawn brought heavy air and a northeast swell rolling over the north ridge. Kevin checked the barometer on the steps — 987 hPa and climbing — while Jenny rewrapped her ankle, the re…

Dawn brought heavy air and grey clouds thickening over the north ridge. Kevin sat on the floorboards brushing mold spores from heirloom seed packets while Jenny adjusted her ankle …

Warm rain drummed the roof at dawn. Kevin examined heirloom seeds drying on newspaper while Jenny checked mold in the seed tin, watching the barometer rise. High tide lapped the lo…

Dawn mist clung to the heirloom rows as Kevin watched the water levels and Jenny inspected seed packets on newspaper, checking for mold in the humid air. She treated her ankle with…

Dawn brought heavy air and a barometer reading of 981 hPa, rising. Kevin checked the seed tin on the porch — paper packets dry, but the tin still weeping damp, minor mold at the ed…

Dawn found the barometer at 974 hPa and falling. Kevin sat on the porch steps watching the needle while Jenny rested with her ankle elevated in a basin of warm salt water. The air …

Dawn found Kevin on the steps sorting dried sea beet seeds, barometer dropping, while Jenny sat with her ankle in a basin of salt water watching clouds roll over the ridge. He redr…

Dawn found Kevin prying the swollen lid off a waterlogged crate on the dock while the tide fell, exposing a new sandbar near the tide pools. Jenny sat on a piling, ankle soaking in…

Dawn found Jenny on the bench, ankle in a basin of warm salt water, while Kevin spread heirloom seeds across newspaper, checking each for mold. The air was heavy with humidity, clo…

The barometer held low under a ceiling of gray. Dawn found Jenny on the porch bench, ankle in a basin of warm salt water, while Kevin checked the heirloom seeds spread on newspaper…