Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the garden

Midday rain and radio watch

Kevin is at the dock checking pilings from the waterline; Jenny is in the garden replanting seedlings and monitoring the heirloom trays.

The tide is receding rapidly, exposing slick rocks and shallow tide pools along the southern shore. The heat is heavy at 28°C, though the thickening cloud cover suggests the pressure drop might bring a change in weather before the supply boat arrives in four days.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

You ease the dinghy away from the dock into the chop, the Yanmar purring at idle. The swell has dropped some since dawn — barometer holding at 984. You'll run the pilings at waterline, check the greenheart shim under the north toe, and see if the sister plank is still floating on that scoured void. Rain streaks the windscreen.

🔧 Kevin04:42

Kevin — motor dinghy toward north piling at slow speed, keeping off the swell reflection off the dock face

💭 peek at the thought

She's running sweet at idle. Vibration's still waiting up the rev range but that's a problem for calm water. North piling shim held through the spring tides — greenheart don't rot, don't compress. Need eyes on the sister plank's void though. If the scour's deepened, the bolts are carrying shear they weren't meant for.

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🔧 Kevin04:46

Kevin — motor slow along the seaward face, checking each piling at waterline for new rot, movement, or scour

💭 peek at the thought

North piling shim's solid. Tapered greenheart driven under the toe at low tide last month — still tight, no movement when I heave the boat hook against it. Sister plank's another story. The void under the greenheart plank hasn't filled. Scour hole's clean, current ripping through it. Three 150mm stainless bolts holding the sister knee, but they're in tension now, not compression. Every swell lifts the dock, those bolts take the weight. They'll hold. Until they don't.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the garden

You're on your knees in the mud, the rain cold on your neck, tucking the uprooted tomato seedlings back into their cells and firming the soil. The pepper and lettuce trays show more damping-off fuzz at the soil line — two more lettuce cells to bag. You'll spray copper on the survivors and check the seed tin one more time before the supply boat comes.

🌿 Jenny04:45

Come on, stay. Just one more.

Replant the three tomato seedlings, firm the soil with my fingers, and bag the two fuzzy lettuce cells.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is pulsing again, and if I don't get that vinegar soak in soon, I'll lose the whole season.

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🌿 Jenny04:49

Jenny — wipe the mud off my hands and head toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

The sky is getting darker, and I need to get that seed tin inside before it really starts pouring.

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